Time seems to pass differently here. With the moon always full and the sky always dark, you cannot tell day from night, not that it matters to creatures such as what
you have become. You sleep when you are tired, you hunt when you are hungry. It seems natural.
The she-wolf once Zoë, now Windsong seems left-out, lonely even, even in your company. She sees the bond you and Ashmane share, and looks sad to witness
the two of you mating.
It matters not though, you tell her, for sooner or later you will help her choose a mate. Somehow, instinctually, you know that it has always been so with your kind.
The men always run, but the women accept you because they know the moon's touch through their monthly bleeding. A woman will come, and Windsong will have
a mate.
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Your long drive in your Land Rover is finally at an end as you pull into the campground, and you step out into the site, coughing and brushing your auburn hair out
of your face.
When you heard Miles talking about this place, you'd figured it was pure tabloid nonsense. Really, a place where it was always dark and the full moon? Being here,
though, you realize he wasn't bullshitting you. As you'd driven up, you'd gone through some serious thunderstorms, with thick, black clouds, so thick that before
you knew it, you were in this land of night, without a patch of blue sky in between. Simply incredible.
Whatever Miles ran into, be it werewolves like he had said or some other accident, he hadn't survived it by the sound of his message.
You pray you're wrong about that.
You wonder what happened to Zoë, too. If it wasn't for her volunteering for the trip, you would have been the intern to go with Miles.
One thing is certain though, if you're to get to the bottom of it, you, Caitlin Carradine, are going to have to investigate.