Lupercalia or the Full Moon.
Both are the same to me. For me, there is no Full Moon without Lupercalia. I stare at it, my eyes blurry with fatigue and fear. "Ralph, where are you? Please, find me," I whisper now. The wind rages on, tossing the waves high and delivering me to their mercy. All I can do is stare at Lupercalia. I dare not beg her to spare my life, for years, she has only caused me grief and pain. Why would she choose to let me live today? My death suits her better, she would rather see me leave this world as soon as possible. I'm nothing worth, just human, worthless for the werewolf species. Perhaps it was she herself who orchestrated this disaster to get even with me. Making sure I disappear from this globe altogether, even my remains won't soil the earth.
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