The anticipation for the approaching weekend at the Thanatos' residence was tinged with both excitement and trepidation. A full moon loomed on Saturday, promising a night that would test my ability to control the primal urges that lay dormant within me. Unlike the past full moons spent in the school's secure ward, heavily guarded and infused with concentrated doses of vampire's blood serum, this time, I would be in the heart of the woods, surrounded by those who understood the intricacies of my dual nature.
As the weekend unfolded, the prospect of shifting beneath the moonlit canopy filled me with a mix of eagerness and unease. I recalled the nights spent in the ward, where the vampire blood in my veins held the feral side at bay, allowing me to sleep through the transformation. Yet, the
