The full moon rose slowly, enormous and silver, spilling its light across the packhouse and the forest beyond. I felt it before I saw it, a vibration deep inside my bones, a humming that made my skin tingle and my blood thrum in rhythm with something far older than me. My chest tightened. Heartbeat racing, muscles coiled like springs. I could hear it in Vexa, in the whisper of the leaves and in the forest itself.
I tried to stay inside trying to distract myself. I tried to lie in bed and close my eyes and pretend the pull wasn’t there. But it was impossible. Every nerve, every instinct screamed: Go. Now.
Before I knew it, I was moving. My feet were bare against the cool, damp grass, dew soaking through, brushing against my ankles and legs. My hair caught in the silver light of the Moon,
