la
dungeon, which was followed by the incident wi
left my room
rents' bathrooms. I've done those things and then swung by the kitchen to take a little food.
window at the disappearing landscape. The misty fog has continued to roll in, its thick fingers moving my
wrapping around me, the energy inside of it pulsating, moving. Breathing. I had to close my eyes for a moment t
on and changes who t
s one purpose,
nd a
now, as a sliver of silver begins to appear in the sky, I know that the full moon is out there. I just can
ided by the same all-encompassing sensation I'd felt every time I'd walked through the Haze. Paired with the full moon, that feeling will be
ot a stretch to think he would be. Most of the people in my kingdom have blue eyes–like my family.
my fa
my br
. He'll be out there, but he'll be paired off with his own
nd fall into one another's arms. I'm not exactly sure what happens during a mating ceremony since my mother would rath
wonde
l get me o
erty, but as his family. Nothing can undo that. We will be bound together. There's no rejec
some sort of magical powers. I think about Mr. Blake and his birds, and what I somehow di
tter of hours, and the thought has a genui
can't promise anything. I haven't had much of an opportunity to shift since I found my wolf at eighteen, a few weeks before my b
's hard to believe it'll all be over soon, and
h howls, some echoing out in the distance, others much closer to the castle. The urge to answer in kind bubbles up inside of me. I need to shift
ed to do
n feel the carnal urges within me beginning to take over, clo
, intending to fling it open, already planning to head
but it's not. Confused, I pull it again. It doesn't budge. "Is it locked?" I don't know who I'm askin
trap
, as if I could somehow claw that uncomfortable feeling out of my body. I can't stop pulling on the
s no a
he castle, and there are no roofs beneath me. Even if I shift, I won't be able
hem know I'm locked in my room. This has to be some sort of a mistake, after all
my m
and I've never heard another voice in my head. I have no idea why that is the case, but it sucks, because n
probably come to
he door and bang on it with my fists. "Hey! Is an
with onl
that's n
ear my heart thundering, my breat
d see that my distress seems to have alerted a few of the mice that inhabit my room. They're sort of
ith wide eyes from the corner. Behind him, Zelda peeps out of the hole in
faces somehow seeming concerned–if
ighting tears. "I've got to get ou
e floor and they climb up so I can pet them wit
nfused, I lie down on the floor and peer under it. I see them running up the wall next to the door where they disa
er the door carryinhat they've managed to retriev
s a