Meredith.
~Three Days Later~
I was so tensed today.
I had no reason not to be restless.
The moon was nearing full again. I could feel it like a pressure in my bones—an anxious itch under my skin that worsened with every hour.
Only three days left.
Three days before my body did the one thing I hated most: turn on me.
I stood by the window in my sitting room, the drapes half-pulled aside, staring out into the back garden that was supposed to lift my mood.
But the thought of me going wild in three days, my pheromones taking over me, wild and uncontrollable had me questioning my existence once again. And the reason the moon goddess was so cruel to me.
Back in Moonstone, I had... routine. Containment. Even if I had no wolf to temper the heat or the madness, my family at least knew how to manage me.
But out here, in Duskmoor, no one would know what to do with me. And I sure as hell didn't know what to do with myself either.
What if I lost control? What if I embarrassed myself?
