Summer’s P.O.V.
“Summer… why do you always ask me to sleep early on the full moon night?” Noah asked me curiously when I stopped tugging him inside the sheet.
“I have told you the reason so many times, Noah. But one day, you don’t need to do this.” I replied to him, but not the answer that he wanted to hear.
“Please, Summer…. Tell me one more time, the effect of moon on us.” He asked coquettishly this time.
I sighed looking at him helplessly and sat down at the edge of the bed facing him. Every full moon night, I had to give him a sedative to keep him sleep throughout the night because of the complexions he endured during his birth.
His body is frail to resist the pull of the moon on the full moon night.
“You know that we, werewolves, are children of the Moon Goddess, right?” I asked
