Restless
She can’t sleep at night.
Because the moon won’t let her.
It beckons her to come out and embrace it.
She knows it’s wrong.
She knows she shouldn’t, but the hunger is unbearable.
She runs through the forest, unclothed.
Tree branches and leaves brush her face and arms, but she doesn’t stop.
She must hunt.
It is her birth right.
The right of the werewolf.
She is the ultimate hunter.
~Simmi