—Natasha's POV—
The night before the Full-Moon Run, the tension that had been coiling through Ashbourne for days finally snapped. It didn't just simmer; it erupted into a roaring, chaotic inferno housed in the cavernous shell of an abandoned riverside warehouse. The location was an open secret, whispered in excited tones and passed through encrypted messages. The air, thick with the damp chill of the river and the electric promise of violence, was torn apart by a sound system whose bass line felt like a physical assault on the chest.
I had told myself I wouldn't go. I had sworn it, pacing the length of my silent apartment, my rational mind listing a hundred reasons why it was the worst possible idea. But my feet, it seemed, were no longer under the command of reason. They carried me thro
