Chapter Fifty

Through the window of Sophia's room, the rays of the full moon could make their way to her eyes. She had purposely left it open to feel the warmth that came from it. The brightness of the moon was very luring. She lay on her bed with every part of her body well covered under the duvet except her face. Her eyes were shut and she was asleep. Not totally asleep but partly conscious of what was going on around her. Soon enough, the warmth of the duvet began to drive her into real sleep. For a reason she could not seem to come up with any sort of explanations to, every moment she had spent staring at the full moon served as a reminder of the red moon pack. There was a pull. A sort of voice that was drawing her back to her pack.

But for what reason?

She had no explanations for them.

She lay on her bed , deep in sleep when the voices began to replay in her thoughts again.

" The weed."

She was discussing the weed with her mother this time. She had gone to tell her mother about the teachin