Clara’s pov
The full moon rose while I was still closing the diner.
I felt it before I saw it, pressure under my ribs, the heat that usually stayed low and manageable climbing fast enough that I had to set the last stack of plates down and breathe through it. Marnie glanced over from the register, frown already forming.
“You all right? You’re pale all of a sudden.”
“Fine. Just tired.”
“You’ve been saying that for weeks. Go upstairs. I’ll finish the rest. And don’t argue.”
I didn’t argue. The second I stepped into my room the heat surged harder, rolling down my arms until my fingertips burned.
Outside the window the moon sat fat and white over the trees at the edge of town.
My wolf pushed forward like she’d been waiting for this exact light all along.
I grabbed my phone and texte
