A/N: This is the first chapter containing new elements and information that hasn't been mentioned in the original book, aka Night, Blood & Sangria. This is where our story starts to move forward :)

Enjoy reading! 😉

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It starts the way it always does. At first my claws appear, then I feel the familiar pain in my jaw while my fangs make their way through. The burning sensation on my skin lasts only a few minutes this time. I'm getting better at this!

And that's the easy part. What follows is a whole hour of immense torture. My bones breaking and reshaping to sculpt into my wolf form. I last through the agony but I'm not a fan of pain. I prefer to afflict it, not bear it.

I howl, gritting my fangs and growling when the pain becomes too much to endure. It's supposed to get easier with time. But it sure doesn't feel like it.

By the time I join the rest of the pack, I'm exhausted. But this is how it is for all young werewolves until we learn to control the transformation.

Our Alpha howls at the moon, his creamy white fur glistening under the moonlight. And then he runs, followed by my dad's dark brown wolf and my weary paws, the rest of the pack right on our tails.

At one point the Alpha stops sprinting forward and circles around until his mate catches up with us. They roll on the ground, provocating a growl of envy to escape my muzzle.

Pablo attracts my attention to something half-buried under a big oak tree. I dig along with him to uncover the treasure that lies beneath... And it's really a treasure chest! All mine! Mine! Mine!

It's one of those wooden chest boxes you would imagine pirates keeping their riches in. Its lock is old and rusty. It must've been buried there for quite some time.

I've found a treasure! It was probably buried by some kid and doesn't have anything more than marbles and toy cars in there but it's mine now!

I growl at my brother.

My treasure!

It isn't like he was trying to take it away from me but I can't help but being territorial.

I pick the lock with my claws but I don't want to break it just to see what's inside. It doesn't take me long to realise I would need my human form to open it.

I curl up around it, protecting what is rightfully mine. The rest of the pack continues their monthly run but I stay behind. I can't carry it with me and I don't want anyone else to snatch it under my muzzle.

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I wake up naked, in my human form, with the usual aches all over my body. My neck and my lower back hurt the most. The pain in my jaw is almost bearable. I'm kinda used to it by now.

"What do you have there?" I hear my dad's voice. He's already dressed and showered, his chocolate brown hair pulled into a neat ponytail.

"Oh, that." I look at the wooden chest I was curled over, no longer so psyched about it. "I've found it under a tree. More like Pablo found it and I dug it up. I don't know... It felt like finding a pirate treasure."

My dad chuckles. "I'm glad you had fun playing."

I decide to take the chest with me. So I didn't spend half of the night guarding it in vain. Plus, I'm kinda curious what's inside. Even if it turns out to be just marbles and toy cars, it would still be fun to open it and go through another person's childhood treasures.

I walk towards our village, ignoring the curious glances that assess my body. Yes, I'm one of the strongest werewolves in our pack and damn proud of that.

When I get home, I take a well-deserved shower, get dressed in a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a plain V-neck T-shirt, and decide I'm generous enough to let my brother explore the contents of my treasure chest along with me. He was the one that found it, after all.

"Pablo!" I knock on his door, not daring to enter. His room always stinks of tobacco smoke. "That chest we found yesterday... Do you want to open it with me?"

He takes a few seconds to open the door, the stench of cigarettes assaulting my snout as soon as he appears in view. I snarl in distaste but decide not to comment on it.

He's wearing one of his stupid geeky T-shirts, some programming code in white and green, written over the black fabric. I'm pretty sure it's supposed to mean something funny that only nerds like him would understand.

"Yeah, ok." He closes the door to his room and follows me in mine.

Picking the rusty lock turns out to be trickier than expected but after a few unsuccessful tries I manage to force it open.

The first thing that attracts my attention is a stupid 8-ball, covered in dust but still working like a charm. Pablo inspects some notebooks we find inside like the bookworm that he is, while I snatch a ring that is unfortunately made of silver and burns my fingers as I do so. I hiss and drop the pesky little thing. It rolls under my bed but I couldn't care less. I don't feel like bending all the way down, looking for something to hold it with and fishing it out from under my bed just to throw it away.

"Out of all this junk only the 8-ball is worth something!" I grumble out in disappointment.

"I disagree," Pablo says, kneeling next to my bed and browsing through the yellow pages as if these little notebooks contain all the knowledge he would ever need.

"Keep the stupid books then. I don't need them!" I kick the stupid chest, drop the dusty 8-ball on my bed and head for the kitchen. All this running around yesterday has fuelled my appetite.

I wolf down a blue rare steak that somehow survived yesterday's dinner, and only after I devour it completely do I think about garnish. I fix myself some Greek salad and set to gobbling down on this as well, when Pablo enters the kitchen.

"Forgot all about me again I see," he dares "Tsk-tsk" at me.

"Make your own!" I growl in between forkfuls of cucumbers and onion.

He opens the fridge and whines, "You ate everything!"

I snort at his misery. "First come, first served!"

"Yeah, I should've learned by now." He pouts, settling on a bag of French fries that has been hanging at the back of our freezer since Ilargi knows when.

By the time I'm done with my salad, I'm already salivating at the smell of freshly fried French fries.

"Don't even think about it!" My twin warns me with a sour expression.

He stayed in the kitchen to guard his food.

He knows me well.

"I smell French fries!" My dad appears at the door with an uncharacteristically happy smile on his face.

Pablo groans.

I laugh.

"You two will starve me to death!" My brother grumbles.

"Don't you worry, boy!" My dad places a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We'll go shopping after breakfast."

"Yeah, and I'll even cook something up for you," I say, feeling sorry for him all of a sudden. "Whatever you like!"

Pablo sighs in defeat. And when his portion of one is finally throughly cooked, he dutifully divides it in three.

My third is less than a handful but it's tasty nonetheless. I stretch, feeling full, and the pleasant amount of sleepy after a good meal. "You two go shopping without me. I'll nap!" And with that, I go back to my room.

I close my eyes as soon as I hit the pillow. There's nothing better than sleeping after the Full Moon's shift, showered and properly fed!

If my useless twin wants to go shopping on an empty stomach it's his choice.

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Corn Moon was seven nights ago and still no sign of my mate. I guess, I could claim now with absolute certainty that he isn't from our pack.

I wouldn't say I'm particularly upset about it. After all, the only hot guy around here is the Alpha himself and he's already mated. Damn you, Luna Valentina! She snatched him right under my muzzle!

I lazily lie on the bed, my left arm supporting my head while the other is holding my magic ball. No, not my junk! The 8-ball I've found in the stupid treasure chest. That thing was such a disappointment!

"Will I ever find my mate?" I say aloud and shake the stupid thing. Surprisingly, it turned out to be rather fun to play with.

'It is certain'

"Will it be a guy?"

Another shake.

'You may rely on it'

So far this thing has never lied to me.

"Will he be an Alpha?" I ask the important question. I want my mate to be stronger, taller and more handsome than our Alpha so Alpha Hugo would look like a little puppy next to him.

'Reply hazy, try again'

"Will my mate be an Alpha?" I ask the stupid ball for the second time.

'My sources say no'

You and your stupid sources!

"Will he be a Beta like me?" I jerk the ball.

'Concentrate and ask again'

I groan.

"What are you doing?" I hear Pablo's amused voice from the door.

"I'm playing with the stupid 8-ball! What does it look like I'm doing?" I glare at him.

He reeks of tobacco again. And the worst part is, I'm starting to get used to it.

"Ah-ah!" I say as he makes a step forward. "You'll stink my room! It's the only place in this fucking house that doesn't smell like cancer on a stick!"

He pouts but does as he is told and stays near the door. "Have you seen my brown T-shirt? The one with the guitar print?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" I drop the magic ball on the bed, not feeling like asking it more questions. It's not as fun when I have to repeat myself.

"You were wearing it on our birthday," Pablo reminds me.

"That was like two weeks ago!" I grumble. "It's probably still in the laundry," I add, after a second of consideration. It's only logical, bearing in mind we only ever do the laundry when we run out of clothes to wear.

"Right," Pablo says, leaving my room.

I glance towards my floral tapestry, contemplating if I should take it as well. Everything else is neatly folded and arranged in my suitcase but... Would I even have anywhere to hang it on?

Nah, I guess I'll have to do without it!

"Boys!" I hear my dad shout from downstairs. "Are you ready?"

"Coming!" I say right as I hear a "Just a second!" from Pablo's room.

I jump from my bed, stuff the 8-ball in my suitcase, secure the Yoga mat under my armpit and take the suitcase in the same hand.

Yeah, I'm good to go. Amber Uni here I come!

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A/N: Ilargi Amandrea, also known as Ile or Ilazki, is the goddess of the Moon, according to Basque mythology. So yeah, I've decided that the Moon Goddess should have a name.