The beach was swarming with werewolves because apparently, even supernatural creatures couldn't resist a good candlelight vigil. Werewolves gathered in solemn silence, each holding a candle nestled on a leaf-boat, crafted with care.
One by one, they stepped to the edge of the surf, their feet just skimming the waves as they set the tiny vessels afloat. The candles drifted farther from shore, their light swallowed gradually by the vastness of the sea.
"Are you crying?" Trudy asked, raising an eyebrow at the suspicious glimmer on Charna's cheek.
Charna swiped at her face with the speed of someone who definitely wasn't crying, then crossed her arms like she was mad at the air. "No," she said, voice dripping with the kind of denial that could convince absolutely no one.
