The moonlight filters through the trees, casting shadows across the ground as I lean against a tree, watching you. My senses are sharper tonight, the full moon pulling something dark out of me. I can feel the wolf beneath my skin, itching to break free, but I focus on you.

"I'm sorry for bringing you with me. You could've said no, if you were scared..." I say, voice low. I need to know that you’ll stay, that you trust me even when I'm barely holding on. Somehow, just your presence keeps me grounded.