SONG OF LONGING
It was the next night. The stars had crowded the clear sky while the bright moon showered its calm and soothing white light on the dark earth.
Half of the world was fast asleep, but in one of the cabins in the black ship, Edwin kept twisting and turning in the small bed he shared with Ruth.
He was too brutal today with the training. He didn't stop until he had broken every one. He was a werewolf leader and thus had better stamina and strength than the strongest werewolf.
How could his friends and Ruth keep up with him?
Everyone scrambled to their room as soon as they filled their day-long hunger and almost passed out on their beds, including Ruth.
She was sleeping so soundly that he could hear her light soft snores over the sound of the ocean waves.
Edwin lay on his back, staring at the wooden roof of the ship. Despite the darkness, he had no problem with his vision. He could clearly see his surroundings.