I have forever hated how the curse takes over me. I hated it from the moment I learned of it. The feeling of darkness as it possesses my body is like nothing else. A sense of forboding. A sickening realization that something otherworldly was in control of me. I was merely a bystander of my own actions.
Every full moon that passed since I had come of age I had to experience the same torture. The same agony. Initially alone, until Hudson found me a year later, and then he became the one to help. Likely terrified of the monster I had become, yet never waivering. Every cycle, he would be waiting. Waiting in the wings to assist me. Tending my wounds. And never sharing my secret. Ever my confidant. I knew, just as Hudson would have done, that I could have turned to my father, or even my mothe
