“Stay. Back.”

You should’ve known this would happen.

Were you not paying attention? It was the full moon—the full blood moon, to be specific.

You know how she gets, she always gets like this when the sky grows red; when the moon’s nothing but a black circle in the night sky.

Why were you surprised to find her huddled up in the corner? Struggling to contain the urge to jump you.

To feed off you.