POV: Isla Reid
Location: Her Flat, Southwark
Time: One Month After Attack, Full Moon Night
I know it's coming. I've felt it building all day. This restless energy under my skin, this pressure in my bones that's been getting worse with every hour. The moon's rising and my body knows it.
I called in sick to work again. That's the fifth time this month. Sarah left three voicemails asking if I'm okay, if I need anything, if I'm coming back soon. I can't answer her. What would I even say? Sorry, I got bitten by a werewolf and now I'm a monster who can't control her transformations?
The hospital's going to fire me soon. I know they are. You can't miss this much work without consequences. But I can't go back. Can't risk being at the hospital during a full moon. Can't risk hurting someone.
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