Amity went to bed, and stared at the pure white ceiling of her room for half an hour, before she turned over and stared out her window at the many stars, and almost Full Moon.
She sighed and pulled the quilt up to her chin, before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.
Heart pounding.
Feet aching.
Amity had no idea.
She was as clueless as a baby.
The branches scratched her arms, legs, and face.
Fog surrounded her, and she heard howling in the distance.
Warm breath caressed her cheek, and a soft voice whispered in her ear;
"Soon. Soon you will discover who you are. Soon you will know your true identity. And we will embrace you with open arms."
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The Full Moon Spell
WerewolfDerek gingerly opened the door to Lilah's room, while Amity stayed behind him, anxious. "Are you sure this is okay?" Derek nodded. "Yes. I am. Don't you trust me?" Amity shook her head. "I haven't known you very long, so no." "Well that's rude." He...
