Stacy still misses her real family and at night, as she had unlimited access to the rooftop, she would spend her nights there staring at the massive sky and liked to comfort herself by thinking that they were seeing the same moon.
It was a full moon and, like many moons, she waited.
Absurd as it might seem---she waited to see if the moon had any merits to their abilities. Of course, she knew that they were man-made and that werewolves and shapeshifters were part of the ancient mythology that everyone loved.
There were no solid evidence of their existence but story tells mankind that they get a lot stronger during a full moon. Stacy felt stupid for even randomly procrastinating about it. But, a little wild imagination won’t hurt.
“Stace? “
“Yeah? I am over here!”
A head popped out of
