Chasing His Silent Luna Back
A shiver runs through me, the faintest flicker of a feeling I haven’t felt since…
Since before I lost my wolf all those years ago.
No.
It can’t be.
And yet…
“My body is yours. My breath is yours. My soul is yours. Shape me now, that I may yet–”
Just as I’m about to speak the final words of the shifting ceremony, though, a familiar and jarring alarm suddenly cuts through the air.
Oh, no.
It’s the rogue alarm.
All at once, whatever strange sense of peace I was feeling vanishes, replaced by the sounds of chaos. Children begin to cry out in fear. I quickly lock eyes with my colleagues, and we all nod, preparing for evacuation.