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Moon
The first cycle of the moon was more painful than Remus ever imagined it to be. They told him what to expect, but the nine year old didn't remember them describing this much pain.
The moon wasn't even fully to the sky yet and he already was sore. His arms hurt, his head throbbed, and the room he lay in was cold. He knew it was for his own safety, but it still sucked.
He looked over at the only other man in the room. He was a werewolf too. He was there to help him through his first transformation. To reassure him that he was safe.
He didn't feel safe.
The child curled tighter up on his bed, eyes trained on the night sky just beyond his window. In a few hours the cycle would start, and where a young boy now lay, there would be a newly turned werewolf pup.
