Full Moon Anxiety
The full moon was rising, or it would be tonight. Thea glanced out the window and sighed. She could feel the wolf inside her; it flew at the barrier that separated her from it trying to get loose. Unconsciously, she reached up and held her medallion tightly in her fist, her eyes closed as she tried to calm the turmoil inside her.
With the wolves growling and snapping for release, Thea felt her own irritation grow. Not at the part of her that was wild, she had always accepted that she was a werewolf, it was in her blood. No, her frustration was focused on her parents naive attempt to allow her a normal childhood. If they had trained her, prepared her, before that day… that first change maybe she wouldn’t be in such a mess.
If she had known this is what it would be like after the first change she would have… What? She sighed and released her medallion running her hand through her hair with another sigh. What would she have done? Changed on her own terms? Maybe. Never changed at all? All the books said that was impossible even with a moonlight charm. She had felt the pull of the moon since she was 13; she couldn’t have ignored it forever. And, once a werewolf had changed for the first time the draw was even stronger, or so her she had heard.
Trying to focus on what she was doing she turned her attention back to the book in front of her, Weres: A History of Were-Beings, but her attention was drawn to someone approaching and she wasn’t in the mood. “I’m not interested.” She said without looking up, barely able to keep the wolf from snapping at the visitor.