4/56. The Maiden of the moon

Angeline

I squinted my eyes to see within the dark of the moonless night and resumed walking. The mess of unsettled thoughts weighed on my head, blooming an annoying ache on my temples. Headache or not, the faster I went, the sooner I would see my pup.

After an hour or so of walking, a shed of brightness attracted my vision to the sky and my brows pinched together as I caught sight of the moon – a waxing moon. Wait, she was not there before. When I blinked, the moon and her soft light were gone.

Has the moon gone crazy and mixed up her cycle calendar?

“You are the one who lost it. There was no moon, only one of the darkest nights of our lives. I will shift and walk the rest of the way, and maybe you can try to rest in the back of our mind.” Cal said, and I replied with a long exhale.

Probably a broken heart and a weird dream were the two last drops I needed to lose my s.hit completely.

Before she could shift to her form, I heard a soft giggle. Yeah, it was official: I went to th