Spiralling Staircase

Cassidy’s POV

With so many werewolves around, it was honestly just normal that all the weird stuff happened around full moons. They got antsy under the waxing moon; that was how Alex had tried explaining how it felt for them.

This wasn’t the first full moon we had joined, so Alex was no longer as nervous as our first moon. He was even anticipating the hunt this cycle. Honestly, I was looking forward to sitting with Seffrin while the rest of them ran around stark naked. And maybe playing with Timmeu, who was still a tiny wolf pup and very adorable.

Except that Seffrin was missing.

As a general rule, the family had dinner together every evening and this tradition was not broken even during full moons. Full moons, especially, were a whole different level of togetherness that the packs shared. It was not uncommon for everyone to partake in dinner under the light of the moon, where dinner was a whole buck they’d caught whilst hunting in their wolf forms.