I've been hearing around the camp that tonight will be a full moon.
I've been dreading this day, for some reason. I know a bit about werewolves now, so I know tonight is a sacred night for those who still believe. A lot of people, like Serge, believe the Moon deserted their kind ages ago. Some, however, still believe fiercely in Her power. I know Willow, a middle-aged wolf, makes monthly sacrifices and so do her children. Barbara's parents are non-believers, so she's a non-believer, too. But my and Cyran's story fascinates her. She never heard anything quite like it. Cyran, well, he didn't believe before. But after he saw my face on the Moon, he believed again.
As for me, I can't deny that something within me feels different, and I don't know how to explain it. I'm not sure I'm that into the tradition yet, but I'll have to get used to it. Especially now that I'm with Cyran and I've admitted that there's no returning to my old life. I just have him now.
