“Ugh… my head…” Gina muttered, coming back to reality. Her mind was swimming with images of wolves running under a bleeding moon. Far more incoherent than the dream before her first day, but still something that had her shaking.

After a few moments, the memories of last night came flooding back, and nothing made sense. She glanced at the window, noting a new moon outside and a blanket of stars. ‘Night time’, she thought to herself. ‘But how long have I been ...