The gas station felt smaller at night.
The moon was almost full. Just a sliver missing. Perfect circle coming.
I sat on the curb and watched it climb. My chest still ached. That c***k. That deep pop. It came and went like a second heartbeat.Nellie was asleep on a pile of old newspapers behind the counter. Her tire iron was across her chest like a baby doll. She snored. Loud.
Damon sat on the hood of his bike. Cleaning his gun. Not looking at me. Not looking away either.
Cade brought me a bottle of water.
"Drink."
"Not thirsty."
"Drink anyway."
I drank. The water was warm. Tasted like plastic.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Like something's inside me. Trying to get out."
"That's the wolf."
"Maybe." I looked at my hands. No fur. No claws. Just grease and scars. "Or maybe I'm g
