Twisted by Shadows: The Midnight Valley Saga

By Sierra Storm

It isn't until I'm brushing my teeth that I notice something's different. I'm beginning to look like a creature.

While undergoing her transformation as a new werewolf, Violet's relationships begin to crash. With her induction to the Exigency and finding a spirit guide for the first time, she learns to overcome her fears over her coming challenges--and prepare for the upcoming full moon.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dark Star Press
• Release date: Oct 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9798201520830

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Chapter 1

Idon’t quite recognize my reflection in the mirror today. This is the first chance I’ve really had to look at myself since Sunday, six days ago. On school mornings, I basically just roll out of bed and get moving after hitting snooze twice.

It’s my face that’s different. My eyes glitter with an arrogance I’ve never before associated with myself, a brashness and an attitude that I never could have claimed before. My cheeks glow with overconfidence. Since when did I have to worry about being too cocky? Not that I’m complaining. This is a good look in the end.

I remember a couple of years ago when an inspirational speaker appeared in our school. Charissa Dunn. She bored every one of us with a lecture on letting go of fear, all dictated in a peaceful monotone as she laughed gently about her daughter’s journey through college. Her topic was one I cared about, but her delivery was not. I mean, it’s all well and good to know how to let go of fear. And I wished I could do it. But sitting straight and listening attentively to every mention of hope and overcoming didn't get me through cheerleading tryouts. It didn’t get me to the level of auditioning for any plays or spending any summers on a mission trip. I applauded with everyone else at the end and until now forgot about it.

The truth is, now I wouldn’t think twice about that kind of thing. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to be shy, intimidated, awkward. I smirk at my reflection and blow a kiss. Catch that, Tristan. Then I pick up my flute case before I leave the house. The case has almost become an extra appendage at this point. Band and music lessons have been my excuse for leaving so often and staying out so late. As far as my parents know, I got in the school band just recently and am frantically taking lessons so that I can keep up with the best of them. Not that I should be running into my parents any time soon.

My mom’s at work. That’s good. She’s usually gone from when I get back from school until suppertime, so she doesn’t pry me about any of my afternoon activities as long as my homework at least looks like it’s done. That’s another thing that’s changed about me. I don’t really care about grades anymore. I should, I guess. Somewhere in my mind, I still imagine slipping into an ivy league college and then finding something I want to spend my life doing. But that’s not a priority now.