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5/6/2018

Illuminous
by Yolanda Allard
Genre: YA Paranormal Fantasy

Seventeen-year-old Allie O’Hare’s dreams involve graduating High School, backpacking around Europe with her best friend Aimee, and getting her crush to see her as more than a friend; they did not include getting turned into a werewolf. A werewolf with shining silver eyes who will never see the age of 18.

Allie learns her Irish temper is no longer her least attractive quality now that she randomly sprouts fangs and a tail.

Unsure of what to do with herself, Allie wants to learn all she can about her new life sentence. But the more she learns the more everyone, including new werewolf friends, start looking to her to for leadership. Facing a stalker and a possible pack war, Allie must find a way to save those she loves from becoming collateral damage.

Can she hold on to her past and put those she loves in danger or will she stand up, shine from within and accept her path as one very powerful Were?

No matter what she chooses, each choice has a price, and for Allie, either choice will be paid in death.

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My dreams are full of silver eyes, and blood.
The next few days go by in a blur; I woke up the first day at one in the afternoon. My parents were luckily at work, because when I discovered the front of my blue shirt covered in blood I screamed. The realization it hadn’t all been a dream had hit me, especially when I looked at my wrist wrapped in a bloodsoaked white towel and discovered not a cut, but two deep red scars. They stood out from my wrist screaming at me, it was not a dream. One I now see, was not a
snake but a sideways elegantly curved S, above the S was a swayed line that went up into three points. The middle point was twice as long as the two smaller points and it sat atop the side of the S, right below my palm. I tried wracking my brain for when and how those sickos who cut me, had drugged me. I could not pinpoint a moment when I drank or ate anything. Drugs wouldn’t explain healing overnight either. I showered and during the shower remembered Jerum and started crying.
That’s how Aimee found me after school, a big ball of tears on my bed. I told her as best I could what happened and she came to the conclusion that Jerum was a ‘cheating wanker involved in a cult’. Even when I argued Jerum and I were not a couple. Plus, I said, he was too intelligent to join a cult. She insisted the crazies are always the quiet ones that no one would suspect. She
apologized about ten times and I reassured her every time I was not mad at her and I could have just gone home twice, but I chose not to. She said we could move on and pretend it never happened, though she had no other explanation for the scars other than ‘weird’. She gave me a wrist band in the meantime to hide the scars from my parents and the nosy gossip mongers at school. Since her brother is leaving on Saturday, she’d be less busy soon and we could get back to normal.
But things were far from normal. I was endlessly hungry, but nothing sounded good. Every time I looked at a burger at lunch the same strange thought popped in my head, it’s ruined. Wednesday, I had gone back to school and kept hearing and smelling everything. There was a ringing in my ears and everything seemed extra loud. I cringed every time I was in the hallway as the sounds of noisy high schoolers banged around in my head. When there was an announcement over the P.A. I wanted to cry. Aimee told me it must still be a side effect of ‘the drugs’.
Drugs, I was getting less and less sure even existed. In the afternoons, I just went home. I didn’t want to go back to the Café and risk seeing Jerum. Although a sick masochistic part of me wanted to see him, most of me never wanted anything to do with him again. I cried over my first heartbreak and unrelationship.
My mother sensed something was amiss by Thursday night when she found me in my room again when she got home from work. She came in my room and asked to talk; she asked if me and ‘that boy’ broke up. She had known a bit more than she’d ever let on telling me she’d seen us together a few times driving past the Café. I sighed and told her we hadn’t even been dating, and I guess she figured, my feelings were unrequited. She hugged me and told me mom things, I was too good for him then and that I will find someone to care for me for me. I cried and let her be a mom for a while and me just be a silly teenage girl.
That night I woke up outside. I had been dreaming of silver eyes out of my window, they were scary but in a strange way alluring. I went outside to follow them and it turned out there was an oddly- shaped shadow with silver eyes telling me to come back to the woods. To come home. Then the dream got strange and I saw a burger, a beautiful burger, I hadn’t really eaten in days and was famished. This burger didn’t look ruined although it looked the same as the ones at school. It started floating away from me hopping across the street I began to chase it down, it went faster zigzagging through yards and streets and finally into some brush. I was crossing the street after it and all of the sudden I was awakened by a car’s headlights shining right at me and honking. I woke up in the middle of the street a few blocks from my house, with some stranger yelling at the stupid kid to get out of the road. I stood on the side of the road in my PJs shaking.

Raised by two sailors who traveled across the U.S., Yolanda Allard is a Mermaid who seeks out adventure wherever she goes. You can usually find her kicking butt on some of the most beautiful hikes the Pacific Northwest has to offer and might even catch a glimpse of her tail when she takes to the numerous waterfalls she finds along the way. She likes to drag her devoted husband and flock of four children on her adventures, hunting wisps, ghosts and all the magic the world has to offer. Her obsessions include, writing, reading, weightlifting, hiking and adventuring.

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