In the Moon's Light

Chapter 1: Humans, Mutants, and Cursed Ones

Kat's POV:

The sunshine feels warm on my face as my friends and I hang out at our favorite corner café. Gossiping and laughing about who is dating who, what classes we all decided to take this semester, and which professors are the cutest. It's a normal Tuesday afternoon for us, loving life the way we all should be as normal college students.

Everything in our world, in this world, makes sense. There are no hidden monsters among us, no mutants for the media to discuss, no cursed ones for people to hunt down. People are just people and that's it. It's a perfect world with nothing to fear. It's a perfect dream to dwell on, but it's not reality.

Which is why it is always so sad to leave this world every time I am forced to wake up. It is after all, only a dream. It's nothing like reality which is more of a nightmare when compared to my dreams. Tonight I am forced awake by the bitter April air that rushes through my worn out coat and t-shirt. I won't freeze to death, lou garous never do, but I know that I should have tried to make it further south than Rochester New York this year. Then I might have had a slight chance of not being awoken every night by the cold.

 It's not that cold. Yeah right, it wakes us up every other time the wind howls through our clothes. We lived in colder places than this before. Don't remind me.

I hear a few couples wandering down the streets in front of the ally I am in tonight. Laughing and joking as they walk huddled together to keep warm or simply be close to one another. It may be freezing out here by normal people's standards, but it didn't slow the Saturday night life down at all. I listen as I hear the couples walk past the opening of the ally.

I'm alone out here tonight, the only person in this ally. I can only assume that other homeless people sought refuge in a shelter or somewhere with more heat. But with the full moon being Saturday, and me being low on supplies, a shelter is not the best option for anyone involved. I would have checked into one of the nightly cockroach infested hotels, but I need to save the rest of my money to buy more supplies.

I just have to hope that the pack isn't watching the dealers right now, but my options are to take that chance or go without. Neither are options that I love, but going without would only result in me attacking someone in our fur in an attempt to survive or our death.

I wouldn't do it on purpose, I wouldn't kill someone else to live if I could help it. I know you wouldn't Crescent, if either of us was in danger of doing that it would be not you. We both know I'm more than capable of doing it.

I comfort my wolf as I wonder if our death would be so terrible. We would be with our family again, at least the ones that have already been called home by Luna. The pack would not have caught us and punished us or very likely made our death worse, and we would have successfully kept the evil inside of us. If we died now, we wouldn't be at a loss for much. If anything it would be a positive thing.  

You shouldn't think like that anymore, there is much we have yet to experience. Life is not that bad, you mustn't think so negatively. Death would not necessarily be better than life. That's just it Crescent, I can't help but think it anymore. Death may not be better than life but it certainly would not be the worst option for us anymore, we both know this by now.

The thought of death doesn't even terrify me anymore, it's the other thoughts that do. Every once and a while I can't help but think of how much easier it would be to simply give up like many of my pack members already have. I could give in to the loneliness and the bloodlust and the evil inside. We could rejoin the pack and seek forgiveness, all we would lose is the rest of our humanity and who's to say that we haven't already lost that by this point. We wouldn't be alone anymore, it would be easy. It is this thought that is the more common cause of my shivering at night, not the cold. I fear that soon I may do just that, if only to return to a glimmer of our old life.