Hidden Luna
Azalea's POV
Every full moon night, something strange happens. I don't know exactly what happened last night. But as I washed my hair in the sink this morning, I could vividly recall my dream last night, when I "wolfed-out" and ran through the streets of Brooklyn. The moonlight illuminated my path, made everything enveloped in silver light, and I was completely happy.
I haven't been that happy in a long time.
The thing is, I'm not a wolf. I'm an ordinary human... right? And werewolves don't exist... right?
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