She watched the full moon from her bed room window. Knowing, hoping that some where he was watching it too. She didn't want to leave him so she stayed there moon watching.
He looked up at the moon as he walked in the dark damp streets. No one trusted him during the full moon. She does. His mind whispers, but she away at home. He liked to think that she watched the moon just as he did. But he thought that she was probably asleep by now, so he whispered. "Goodnight"
She looked up one more time whispering, "Goodnight, Werewolf"