The Human Luna
There are only a few days left before my leave ends, and I’m still nestled in the heart of the werewolf pack.
I’ve come to enjoy the peaceful rhythm of life they embraced here, tucked deep in the mountains. It’s quiet, calm. Everyone has their own role, their own purpose. And if you walk down the gravel path between the cabins, every single person greets you like family.
It’s a close-knit community, no outsiders.
Except me, of course. But I seem to be the only one who thinks that. Everyone treats me like I’m already their Luna.