The next couple of hours are boring as all hell. Not to mention fucking cold. You hug your coat around your shoulders, play a few games on your phone, and watch as the sun slowly inches its way down towards the horizon.
Your pack's howls are quiet as they coordinate nearby. They're watching, waiting, just like you. It's comforting... in its own weird way.
Eventually the sun sets and the chill of night begins to take hold. You pull your jacket tighter around yourself and wait. A few hours later, you feel your pack stir... but it's just the moon rising above the nearby buildings.
It's not full. It's only a quarter. But the sight of it, shining through the spotty cover of clouds, still makes your heart beat faster and your teeth grow heavy in your mouth.
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You take a deep breath, look away, and wait.
You wait and wait and wait and wait.
And then, right on the stroke of nine, it happens.
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