Four am, the brightness of the moon illuminated our kitchen, little sparks of light twinkled in the rain drops on the window. Suddenly the room dropped into darkness as a thick cloud passed across the moon.
You OK? A voice from upstairs.
Yes, I called back. Just the moon.
It’s dark now, come back to bed, it’s cold, you need your rest.
As I walked into the living room a shaft of moonlight cut through the dark.
Noooo….. I could see my hand changing again, my jaw stretching, my fangs reappearing….
I opened the back door.. It would be a long night…..