Remus's POV:

I hated the moon.

I used to love it when I was younger. My parents bought me a telescope and I used to look at it every night before I fell asleep, dreading cloudy days.

One night, I smashed the telescope. It was easy to blame it on the wolf, but in reality, it was all me. I didn't want a constant reminder of the monster I was.

It seemed the moon was determined to follow me, haunt me, throughout my life. At age eleven, the first friend I made was named Luna. Moon. I didn't talk to her for months after I found out.

Then James told me I was being an idiot. Of course, he didn't know exactly why I was avoiding her, but he figured it wasn't that big a deal.

So I apologized, which she waved away and just like that, I had my first friend back. Turns out that James was smarter than I'd thought.