The full moon, it’s glowing in the sky.

But your sights are not on it, they are on Silas as he huffs; his hand is on his chest and he is on his knees.

“.. Go.”

He pants out, his voice husky and almost animalistic.

You try to stay at his side and comfort him, but when your hand nears him, he grips it pulls you close.

It’s then that you see his wide, wild eyes and canines growing.

“Run. Run as far as you can from me. Or I’m gonna hunt you down.”