~The Restless Moon~

EIRA

The moon shouldn’t have looked like that. It pressed against the clouds like it was trying to listen in. It was now swollen, humming faintly above the trees. The light it poured across the floor wasn’t silver, it was bone white, sickly almost. I stood at the window, my fingers gripping the sill until my knuckles ached. My wolf was pacing again, dragging claws through my ribs, restless and anxious.

Something was off.

"Eira?" Ivy’s voice came from behind me, ...