"No," Zale grumbled.
"It's….."
The night, when its Illuminati blankets the surfaces of the earth. The night that turns wolves into blood-lusting monsters. The night they unleash out of their sanity and howl nonstop underneath the moonlight.
"....Full moon night, today." Soren notified him. Though, he doesn't know much about it himself, he just knows that it is glamorous and fascinating.
Every full moon, the predators vent out of their senses and fall upon the prey of the moon, like its glimmering glow screaming and calling for its moonchild just like a mother calling out for her child after he had played the entire day at noon.
The glorious night, the faint incense of lust in the air that ignites the flames of mating inside the predators. Stimulates the yearning of claiming their mates, to hold them close, protect them, take them under their possession, make them their own, and mark them inside out.
