Aaron’s POV
Emerging from the haze of a full moon’s effect was like awakening from a deep sleep. The temptation to slip back under was as strong as the disorientation that came from allowing it to begin with. In former lifts of that veil, I was familiar with the feeling of blood caked beneath my nails and guilt in my stomach for unnecessary sacrifices made from woodland creatures. But there was something when being thrust back to reality now that settled uneven in my stomach. As if I swallowed fire and steel, weighing me down with regret I couldn’t remember what for. My body ached as it still recovered, my eyes adjusting to the thinning darkness.
“Ronan…” My voice was weak as I saw him sitting at the stairs leading to the door of the cellar, a bandage on his neck. The memories of last n
