A Taste Of Moonlight

After the unsettling death of my mother 10 years ago I somehow managed to put together a semi normal life and move out. I was just glad to be living on my own and soaking up my independence. Or I was, until I was attacked by werewolves, a pack whose leader was out for my blood. By some luck there’s another werewolf pack that wanted to protect me. Apparently one of my ancestors put a curse on the two pack leaders long ago. So here I am in the middle of a battle between two of the largest werewolf packs ever to walk the earth. It’s crazy to think a few weeks ago my biggest worries were work and my dog. Now it’s more like will I live to see tomorrow. I honestly don’t know. I guess I’ll tell you when tomorrow comes.