The Last Moon

"Sasha, hurry up! She has to go now! They are on the way!" "I'm trying to go as fast as I can." "Sasha, you don't have to pack everything. Just enough to get her through the next couple of days." "We have plenty of supplies already at home. Please, we have to leave Sasha. This isn't safe for us or the girl." "But I can't just give her up like this, Rosa." "I understand it must be difficult. But this is war. This is for her own protection." "Sasha now! Give her up now!" "Okay, Felix. Calm down, give her another moment." "Goodbye, my sweet baby girl. I love you. I've loved you even before I ever saw you. You will always have my heart. Please always remember me and your father." She handed the toddler over to her sister before she was placed safely into a car seat. "Please protect her." "You know we will love her as if she was our own. I love you, Sasha." "I love you too, Rosa." Tears fell as the howls in the night grew louder. "You have to leave now!" Phi

Saturdays, we worked the morning shift when everyone in town wanted a table for breakfast and brunch. It was way busier than Friday nights, but it meant more tips. Plus, it gave us the night off for partying. There usually was some kind of house party or bonfire, and tonight was Cassandra's turn to host. Although we were both seniors in high school and about to graduate, she still seemed to hold her head higher and think she was above me. I gave it to her, though. I didn't want to be in charge of the cheer squad or rule the school. I liked the physical part, and a part of me knew I would be a great leader, but I didn't want to lead a bunch of girls who endlessly gossiped and made everyone else feel bad. So I stayed in the background. Tonight would prove interesting since Cassandra and Shawn were back together. I really had thought Shawn was into me. We became quick friends while they first dated. It was maybe a year after they broke up that he finally asked me out. We went on so

It was about mid week when I asked my Ma about the necklace I wore. I'm sure she would have answers. It seemed like those kids from out of town were really interested in it, and it sparked some curiosity from me, too. I approached Ma in her bedroom as she was folding laundry. I came in and sat on her bed. "What do you want?" "What do you mean?" "What I mean is, what do you want?" she laughed. "Fine. I wanted to know what this necklace symbolizes? I know you mentioned protection. But does it mean anything more?" "No, why would you think that?" "There's just been some kids asking about it recently. It got me curious." "What kids? Do you know them?" She seemed concerned, which wasn't in her nature. "I know them. There's nothing to worry about. Just thought I would ask." "Sawyer, you need to listen to me," she said sternly, "never take that necklace off." "Alright, Ma. Whatever you say." I got up to leave the room before heading to bed for the night. I sat in b

We started walking back to my place. He stalked behind me as I pushed my bike. I still didn't believe any of this was real. Werewolves were stories we learned about in fairytales. I didn't think I would ever be a part of that. Maybe I should put my necklace back on? Maybe this was why Ma and Pa were so adamant about me not taking it off? "Please don't put it back on! I'm finally free. I don't want to be caged away," Evelyn pleaded with me. "I'm not used to this. Please stop! My head hurts." I must have said it aloud because Krewe looked at me suspiciously. "I'm sorry. Figured since you're a wolf too, that this would all be normal," I glared at him. "I didn't mean to look at you like that. It's all very normal to hear her in your head and have conversations. Don't be alarmed." I stopped walking and put my bike down. I then walked up to Krewe and looked up into his eyes. "Look, this is new for me. My body aches, and my head hurts. What might be normal to you is not so nor

Krewe ended up coming to practice. He sat in the bleachers, and I waved to him as I ran towards the cheer squad. "I don't think Tom's going to be too happy seeing that guy here," Cassandra said with a sneer. "Why would Tom care?" I scanned the field for Tom. His jersey number was 22, but I hadn't caught sight of him yet. "Why!?" She scoffed, "Maybe because that guy hit him." She folded her arms across her chest. "I didn't know about any of that." "Yea, because you're always leaving your man for others to take care of. Where were you later that night when that went down?" "I had gone home. I wasn't feeling well." "Mhmm. Anyways, girls, let's get started." I looked up to Krewe sitting on the bleachers and wondered why he would have done such a thing. He smiled, so I politely waved back before beginning practice. "Hey babe! How's it going?" Tom put his arm around me after practice ended. "Where did you come from? I didn't see you when I got here?" "I was probably st