the dorm is quiet, along with the outdoor air. moonlight bathed the scene in a soft, cool blue, while the gentle whisper in the wind added some ambience to an otherwise silent night.

wednesday’s nightmares are interrupted by a quiet, high-pitched wail. it takes a few times, but eventually her eyes flutter open, only to hear the sound of distant howling.

her eyes trail over to the empty space on your bed, and she immediately attributes the howling to you. is the moon having that great of an effect on to?

your howl echoes through the woods, bouncing off of the trees, but ultimately left unanswered.

stuffing her feet into some slippers, wednesday walks to the balcony, praying you haven’t left for the woods.