Red Moon: The breaking of the Lycranthrope curse.
She was right, we would have fun, with or without Ariana.
The music got louder, the alcohol got more intoxicating, more people rushed to the dance floor, and smoke from cigarettes and pipes filled the air. I struggled to stand at my feet, but I was enjoying every minute of it, every minute of my freedom. My eyes became dizzy, but I didn’t stop drinking. Two bottles, three bottles, I felt exhilarated, on top of the moon.
“You were right Claire,” I staggered. “We don’t need Ari, we are totes fine on our own.”
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