—Natasha's POV—
The days until the Full-Moon Run stretched and contorted, each hour a taut wire of anticipation. The whispers that had once flitted through the halls of Ashbourne University had now coalesced into a palpable, suffocating pressure that hung over the entire town. I moved through my life as a spectator, my own existence feeling secondary to the impending clash. The war inside me had reached a fever pitch, a silent, screaming thing trapped behind my ribs. I couldn't just wait in the dark. I had to see. I had to understand the nature of the two forces vying for my soul.
My secret pilgrimage to watch Enzo began at the deserted airstrip on the city's forgotten eastern edge, a place he’d mentioned once with a fondness reserved for a second home. I became a creature of the shadows
