NOLAN
Getting into the cabin ushered a flood of memories to my mind. It made me remember how excited I used to feel whenever we came here as kids, waiting to change at midnight.
It was a little funny how growth and age could make one redefine what constituted happiness and even ‘fun'. On full moons— oh dear— we, young werewolves especially, all used to be so excited. And why not? Being that we had all gotten accustomed to the pain of changing, the full moon was always fun for us. The ecstatic feeling of running through the forest, the cool breeze of the night against our faces as we ran and raced with each other.
Compared to now that, during full moons, I just changed for a few minutes and turned right back.
It's so dark, I pondered as I walked through the doorway of the cabin.
But ju
