AMOS
The full moon had just reached its peak, but I had already been in my wolf form for hours, and I was still struggling for damn control. Over time, I learned to curb the killer instincts and figured out it was better not to wait for the peak.
It’s been years, but it was still easier said than done. My thoughts are still melding with my wolf, and it’s a constant battle for control.
Half of my thoughts were about Clarity. I badly wanted to go to her, and if I let myself lose, I’d probably end up seeking her. We’re already on good terms. At least we weren’t arguing every time we saw each other, and I didn’t want to ruin that by scaring her.
I felt a wave of rage for my own thoughts. My wolf still argues with me and wants us to reach for our mate, even in this form.
I let out a snarl
