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The Moonlight Chronicles

My life is tainted. When i turned fifteen, i was bitten. by a creature. and since that time i've led two lives. the life of sunlight, and the life of moonlight. Human and Werewolf. Moonlight Chronicles This is part of the cross-breed series. HOWEVER! It is not part of the main bit. but you should read the first four stories before you read this. Otherwise, you'll have no idea who these people are.


1. The first bite

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I gazed over the Yorkshire moors. They were beautiful with their swaying purple heather and the wild ponies that galloped across it. This was where I belonged. I was never going to leave it. I loved my home. The deep blue sky was dotted with stars. I smiled and turned back to my house. The stone cottage reflected the twilight sky. I entered the house and went into the kitchen where my mother was cooking.

"We have rabbit stew for tea," Mother said. I smiled and headed upstairs to my bedroom.

We had just finished our supper and we heard a loud howling noise. It sounded like an animal in pain.

"Holly, I want you to go and make sure none of the sheep have been harmed" we didn't have many sheep but the sheep we did have lived on the moors with the wild ponies. In the summer, I often looked after the village sheep and goats. I had taught myself to ride horses and I could ride any wild pony. I left the house and headed over the field. I saw my school. I enjoyed school. We did reading, writing and arithmetic. I was good at all of them. Our school only had two classrooms, one for older students and one for the younger. Our class had a map of the empire and a picture of her majesty, Queen Victoria. Mother and father thought that she was an excellent queen. The empire was immense.

I scanned the moors. I couldn't see anything. Then I noticed a huddled mass. I headed over. It was a sheep. There was blood all over its wool and it was kicking in pain. It let out one final strangled bleat and died. Its glazed eyes bored into mine. I wasn't listening. The moor was so quiet anyone would be heard. I searched around for this deadly creature. Then it sprang. It had burning eyes and it pulled back its muzzle to reveal razor long fangs that glistened with saliva. Its breath stank of blood and decay. Its fur was black and coarse. I felt its claws on me. I closed my eyes. I was going to die. All my life left to live and this was how it was going to end. I was fifteen and there was so much that I wanted to do. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain. It came and I blacked out.

I opened my eyes. Concerned faces surrounded me, including my mother and father. I felt dried blood on my head. I staggered to my feet. My dress was covered in blood but I was practically unharmed. Except for three long claw marks down my left arm.

"What happened Holly?"

"It was a huge beast. A wolf I think. It killed a sheep and then it attacked me," I said, breathlessly, reliving the attack.

"Come on Holly. We're taking you home. It's not safe around here" I nodded. My mother led me away while my father stayed with the other men. I didn't tell anyone about the jagged bite mark on my wrist. I didn't want to remember. Besides, with an animal attack like that it was hardly surprising to have a few scars.