Jessamine
It took me years to discover the truth. Neredia may be my home, but it wasn't my mother's. Or my father's.
And my mother did an awfully good job at masking it. Though, I'd think it obviously from her wild, savage beauty, very much unlike the kind I'd grown around that it was pretty obvious.
Violet eyes, hair like the rising sun, olive skin--features that belong to those who worship the Sun Goddess; those who live far beyond the borders that are now occupied by rogues.
In Neredia, we worship the Moon Goddess. Our shifting processes are tied to the moon's cycle. We may shift whenever we want to, but only under the moonlight are we at the peak of our powers as wolves.
I chuckle as I brush my hair back into my hands, pulling it up into a tight ponytail. We. I talk like I can cla
