The full moon made its way from behind the dark clouds. The night was black as pitch, but she knew he was close by. The low growl he was emitting was hard to miss, against the silence of the night. A rustle of leaves meant he was on the move and would soon be joining her. She waited.
The time of the full moon, when he and she would be one. Yet, neither knew which one they’d ultimately become. Only The Fates knew what the final outcome would be.
June Writing Prompt – Soon it would be nightfall, which would surely seal their fate – Day 9/30
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