Chapter 1: A Little Apartment in Brooklyn

It had all started the moment she heard the voice from the woods, that moment when she thought she had gone crazy, well almost. Ariel Conan, a regular thirteen year old living a boring life in Brooklyn, New York, was just about to get her world turned upside down, or is it inside out? Not important. She just wanted to help the wolf she accidentally shot with a bow and arrow in the middle of the woods, definitely not expecting to be bitten by one. Stumbling through the woods in the dark, she gets stuck in the middle of a thunderstorm, completely and utterly lost. A sharp pain in her side makes her look down, noticing blood blooming on her shirt. Before she knows it, she's losing consciousness, sure she was going to die from blood loss, and in a place where nobody would ever find her--It must have been a hallucination, but she could feel herself being dragged away, sure the wolves would finish her off. Ariel definitely wasn't expecting to wake up at a nice cozy cabin at the heart of the woods, noticing something about her was different, but what? All she cared about at the moment was that she was alive--but what followed after would have her world tumbling down, dooming her forever. Read Descendants of the Moon, and welcome to the werewolf realm of Liberion! Take #1, lights, camera, action!