ASHER
The next three days passed in a blur of anxiety and preparation. I took my last dose of suppressants Thursday morning, watching the clear liquid disappear into my bloodstream. By tomorrow night, which is the full moon, there would be nothing left to protect me, and my secrets would be exposed. This was it, my last stand.
By evening, my nerves were shot. I'd barely eaten all day, my stomach too twisted with dread to handle food.
Scott met me outside my dorm at sunset, looking almost as nervous as I felt.
"Last chance to back out," he said, though his voice held no real hope. He knew I wouldn't.
"No backing out," I confirmed.
We made our way towards the woods behind the Academy where the party was being set up. Music played in the distance, lights strung between trees casting everything in a warm glow.
