I have no idea what time it is or how long I've just been staring out the window. The moon has been high in the sky for what seems like a long time. It's almost full, I note, looking at the nearly invisible outline of the rest of the moon. The shadow does well to cover it, but if you look hard enough, you can still see it there. My mind drifts back to the woman in the book, lying across the moon as if she were lying beside a pool.
What was the book saying about her? About who she is to these wolves.
I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't notice anyone coming up behind me until a warm hand pressed over my mouth.
"Don't scream, I'm not going to hurt you," the voice whispered softly against the shell of my ear.
Another hand grabs my shoulder, turning me softly so that I am face
