49-Cradled In My Arms

Maximus:

Rain pounded against the windshield as I gripped the steering wheel, my eyes scanning the dark road ahead. The wipers struggled to keep pace, but I barely noticed. I couldn't get my interaction with Lamar and Sydney out of my head.

'They were lying,' my wolf caught on and I hissed under my breath. The strange thing was that I felt incredibly odd. I quickly checked my messages from Norman and realized the next full moon was in exactly four days. It made sense.

My chest tightened, but not just from frustration. A dull ache spread through my body, a warning I couldn't ignore. My muscles were tense, and my joints burned as if I'd been running for miles. The full moon was still four days away, but the pull was already there, making every movement harder and heavier. That's what happens every full moon.