The days leading up to the full moon were a blur of restlessness. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was closing in on me, something dark and inevitable. The choice the stranger had spoken of loomed over me like a storm cloud, and every passing hour seemed to bring me closer to the moment where everything would change.
Adrian was distant, even more so than usual. He hadn’t said much after the stranger left, only offering me a few brief words of reassurance that didn’t feel convincing. It was like he was battling something inside himself, something that he refused to let me see. And I hated it. I wanted to understand what was happening between us, wanted to know the truth about the bond and what it meant for me. But every time I tried to ask, he would shut down, pushing me further
