Becky POV
The moon rose slowly.
At first I thought it was a normal moonlight.
It was the full moon.
Round. Whole. Unscarred.
It hung above the island like a plague the land hadn't earned.
My wolf began to itch and I could see the eyes of others begin to change slowly.
When night settled this time, there was no new trial ot the voicedidnt show up.it
No invisible pressure crushed our lungs. Instead, the island did something far more unsettling.
It allowed us the full moon.
Not a test.
A reminder that we are werewolf and that's why we were here.
The clearing we were guided to opened slowly, trees thinning into a wide stretch of silver-washed grass bordered by stone outcroppings. Old ground. Sacred ground, if the way my wolf stirred meant anything. The air vibrated faintly with lunar pull, tugging at bones and blood alike.
Around me, I felt it happen.
