ALLE
One day before the full moon and the entire pack is buzzing with energy that makes my skin crawl.
Everywhere I look, people are preparing for tomorrow night's ceremony. Decorations being hung, food being prepped, warriors getting fitted for formal attire like this is a f*****g celebration instead of my forced claiming.
The normal routine I've gotten used to is completely disrupted, which leaves me restless and irritated with nowhere to channel it.
So I end up at the training grounds.
Not to fight—I don't trust myself not to hurt someone today—but to watch. To listen to the sounds of fists hitting flesh, of grunts and growls and pain. Apparently hearing other people's misery makes me feel slightly better about my own f****d up situation.
Healthy coping mechanisms? Never heard of
