Luna of St. Maria

my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession

s were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his bod

x, he wasn't a man or a human-not to me. If I had the chance to get to know my b

food in the kitc

od there among his guests, drinking water or stale wine. He could drink for hours without becoming even the

seem to suggest otherwise. However, there is more to the story than they know. The blood dripping

me with a price. A price that The Ghost needed him to pay in return for his lon

r habits. He never got sick, hungry, or thirsty...at least not for the things of this world. His hunger could never be satisfied by a grocery stor

coffee, not really. He could pull all nighters day after day. I used an app once to track his sleeping patterns, in one weeks time it recorded him a

g, which is why my crush on him waned. An actual human would need coffee, food, and rest. But not Cod

ple, the lavender that eliminates the moon. The moon called to him that night, the way it calls to all his kind. His fingertips were claws,

y mouth with my hands that night. My breath betrayed me as the smoke of my foggy breath was sniffled in the air by the inhuman nose on his face. His face

their love for native women. The native women o

monsters. Monsters who didn't exist. They were a myth and their people were no more. They left in this world never to return

of the wolf-people clan. Although I greatly respected him, as his purple eyes gazed at mine, I knew I fear

fax found me in the middle of the Saint Maria forest. I prayed to

d who he was and how he lived. My best friend was a complicated individual with a massive secr

. He became my kind once again, he became human

ound the truth abo

melled before filled all of me. The sweet scent of Cody Colfax was no more. The moon changed his

My shoulders trembled whe

n you keep

is about to tell me the truth about th

clockwork, like an honorable

ealed itself to me once more. The clouds cover h

re you a member of th

er will die, and I will no longer be able to turn into a

at the sky. The clouds are back, and so

you had told me. What if you want to stay

wn the street from my grandmother's house is a member of the w

ith a human to stay among t

resent predicament returns and the dread of the

you not murder

dy Colfax faked his own death to remain leader of the wolf people clan. And no amount of intimidation will ever get