The Dark Gifts: Inheritance by Willow Cross

When Sarah and Jason Masada received an old house from an aunt they never knew existed, they were grateful for the blessing.  Until they discovered the curse that came with being part of the Masada family–a full moon.

Intent on tracing their lineage, they descend into a world of lies, fear, ancient myths, and death.  Indian hunters have tracked them to the family compound, Jason is wanted for murders he doesn’t remember committing, and their new-found family is on a mission to kill them.  It seems their only hope for survival is to combine forces with two unlikely allies and trek across the globe to the place where it all began.  Maybe there they can find a way to end it.

Excerpt:

Sarah sighed and leaned against the basement wall. The musty smell pervading the air made her nose wrinkle. Her eyes wandered over the dingy room filled with cobweb-covered boxes and finally came to rest on the steel cage in front of her. It had taken her brother two weeks to construct his prison.
A prison she was certain he didn‘t need. “It’s been two hours. Are you ready to discuss this rationally?”
Jason stopped pacing, grabbed the bars of the cage, and gave them a good shake. The bars rattled slightly, but remained secure. “It’ll happen. Give it time.”
Sarah’s hand trembled as she pushed a loose strand of auburn hair behind her ear. “Jason, please. I have a number–”
“I don’t need a therapist. I need a loaded gun.”
She moved to the cage door and took his hand. Her fingers only stretched part way around his palm. “Please. Listen to me. For once in your life–”
Jason’s face paled as his body began to spasm.
“What’s wrong?”
His eyes widened. Wrenching his hand from her grasp, he clutched his throat as if choking on an invisible bone, gagging and gasping for air. His open mouth, somehow distorted, seemed abnormally large like it had grown in the few seconds he’d been choking.
“J-Jason answer me!” The color drained from her face and her heart pounded against her ribcage.
Jason’s thick neck and broad shoulders bulged and moved as if something living crawled beneath the skin. His body lurched, slamming his six and a half foot frame against the iron bars before dropping him to the floor with a dull thud. A hand shot between the bars and latched on to her pants leg with an iron grip. His lips moved, but the only sounds escaping his distended throat were grunts and groans.
“W-What the–?” Sarah quivered. Hair on the back of her neck rose as goose bumps exploded over her body. Breath somehow lodged in her chest and refused to come out.
She tried to pull her leg away, but her jeans remained tight in his grasp. She placed her hands against the bars and yanked with all her strength. The sound of the thin denim ripping filled the
basement. Pain shot through a muscle in her thigh. Her lungs finally released and allowed the imprisoned air to escape. Dizziness overwhelmed her as she gulped in air and limped backwards.
Jason thrashed on the floor in front of her. His flesh bubbled and stretched as the bones inside him snapped and reformed. Growling, saliva dripping from his mouth, he writhed and convulsed. Full lips turned from mauve to black as his chin elongated. His flesh ripped, only to heal, tear, and heal again.
Perfect white teeth yellowed, growing long and sharp as his blue eyes bulged into enormous black globes. Hands and feet melted and reformed into paws with long dark claws. Thick hair burst from his skin covering him in a carpet of grey and white.

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