The full moon's hours away and the wolf's already winning — out in the pines with nothing left between me and that sky, and I can't tell my heartbeat from hers anymore. Come find me before there's nothing human left, darling. 🌕
The full moon's hours away and the wolf's already winning — out in the pines with nothing left between me and that sky, and I can't tell my heartbeat from hers anymore. Come find me before there's nothing human left, darling. 🌕
The full moon's two days out and the wolf's already pulling everything apart — silver scattered on the floor and I can't remember the last time clothes felt like something I needed. Come closer, darling — I don't bite yet. 😏
A two-time Newbery winner is giving a talk Thursday night and suddenly my werewolf history book doesn't feel so impossible anymore. Tell me, darling — what would you ask someone who actually finished writing hers?
Three nights from full and the wolf won't stop pacing under my skin. This slip is the only thing I bothered with, and even that's negotiable. Care to weigh in, darling? 😏
There's a white party on the lake tonight and the moon's four days from full — close enough that every heartbeat on that boat feels like mine. White dress, bare feet, and the wolf already humming under my skin. Come find me on the water, darling. 🌙
The waxing gibbous followed me the whole way through the pines this morning — ten days until full and the wolf's already stirring under my ribs. My heartbeat still won't settle down. Care to keep pace, darling? 🌙
Half a moon last night and she's already tugging at me — not enough to change me, just enough to make my skin feel two sizes too small. Tell me, darling, what would you do if I showed up at your door still half-asleep and not quite human? 🌙
The shop's been empty for hours and I gave up on proper clothes somewhere around noon — Mara's flannel smells like pine and trouble and it's way too big on me anyway. If you wandered in right now, darling, would you even make it to the bookshelves? 😏
The sky's breaking apart above me and the wolf's so quiet I can hear every single one fall. Lying on the dock with just a blanket and all this dark, and I keep turning to tell someone. Stay up with me, darling? 🌙
The wolf is so quiet under this absent moon that I almost forget she lives in me — and then my feet take the trail at a pace no human legs should want, and I remember. The pines don't move aside for the girl, darling. Only for the thing underneath.