Selene had always been different, though she couldn't quite put her finger on why. Her senses were sharper than anyone else's in the small village she lived in, and the feeling of the moon pulling at her soul on certain nights made her heart race with a mixture of fear and longing. But she never told anyone about it. It would only make them think she was strange, and they already whispered behind her back enough as it was.
It all started on the night of the full moon. Selene had spent her whole day slaving away in the kitchen, cooking for her father, her stepmother, and her three younger brothers. Her stepmother was cruel and demanding, making Selene do the chores no one else was willing to do, while her brothers were a constant source of irritation. Her two oldest brothers—Jakob and Luci
