SERAPHINA’S POV
The moonlight shone brightly through my window, casting my room in a silver-drenched glow.
I tried to meditate like Ilsa had taught me to do, grounding myself in breath and silence—hoping it would put me at ease after the rollercoaster of the last couple of days—but the full moon was oddly merciless tonight.
It tugged at me from within, setting every nerve on edge. The steady hum of my wolf’s absence was now replaced by something raw and visceral, like my soul remembered the bond even if my body couldn’t.
And underneath that was a…tug. Towards what, I didn’t know.
But the longer I meditated, the stronger I felt it till I could no longer sit still.
I stretched as I uncurled from the floor cushions, trying to shake off the shimmer of restless energy coiled under my skin.
Meditation always soothed me and put me at peace.
This session made me want to jump off my balcony and howl at the moon.
Is this what the normal wolves felt during the full moon?
