SCARLET OMEGA’S POV
The moon pressed through my window like it had something to prove, silver and merciless, spilling across the floorboards in a long pale stripe that ended right at the foot of my bed. I'd always liked the full moon before. Liked the way it made the whole world look rinsed clean, liked curling up by the window and watching the pack grounds go quiet and silver below. Tonight it felt different. Tonight it felt like it was asking something of me, and I didn't have the answer.
I felt it before I understood it — a pull low in my stomach, subtle at first, the kind of sensation you could almost mistake for hunger or nerves. Then it deepened. Sharpened. A wrongness under my skin like my bones had learned a new shape overnight and were impatient to take it, straining against th
