Scarlet
The full moon had never whispered to me.
Not before the ritual.
Back then, it was just a phase—a light in the sky that made the wolves restless and powerful at the same time; the town a little more cautious. I used to feel the pull in my blood, sure. A slight ache in my muscles. A twitch under my skin. But it wasn’t mine. It was the bond echoing from others. Distant. Secondhand.
But now?
Now, the moon sings.
It doesn't just call. It commands.
And I answer.
Tonight, the sky was glass-clear. Not a cloud in sight, as if the heavens had peeled themselves open to make way for her. The moon hung low and full, fat and glowing like she owned the world. The kind of light that made shadows look like stories and trees seem alive.
I stood at the edge of the forest behind my house, bar
