Month after month passed and I relaxed. Occasionally I'd wake on the night of a full moon, and I would look out the window with heavy heart but he was never there.
Until the night he was. I'd known it from the moment I opened my eyes, I could feel his pull on my senses. On my mind. I stumbled to the window against my will, looked out and saw him there. The same smile, the same glow, the same aura of childish fun. But now I saw it differently. It felt wrong somehow. It was too much, pushing too hard. I was almost twelve now and a part of me was starting the terrifying journey into adolescence. That part of me resisted his siren call. It wasn't enough.
I pulled clothes on, crept downstairs, pulled on boots then slipped out the back door. The new house had no gate to the field b
