NOLAN
I was beginning to feel it. Look, it was not something you could ever get used to. Every werewolf knew that as the month came to an end—I am talking the last week—everything became even more heightened than usual. Ella's brown coffee, which she always brought, possessed my nose—I could even smell the ceramic cup.
"You seem a little disturbed," Ella said as she took one of the two seats on the opposite side of my desk. “It’s not about that old deal, is it? If that is the case, we can call them at any time and have it ready..."
Waving it off, I replied, “Nah, it's not work... It is nothing, really."
"If you say so," she replied.
One thing about how we werewolves feel at the end of the month: it is the best feeling ever. It is a sense of wholeness that words cannot express. So wh
