it isn't over
We survived the night, and my mom even managed to sew my finger up. I’m trying to tell myself I can relax now, but I can’t. I can't count on the worst being over.
At least with the full moon we knew when to be on guard. But I’m under no false impression that all the newly turned weres are accounted for and those surviving will have happy endings where they frolic off into the sunset. I was at the hospital last night, I saw how bad things were. Marquette’s got a ton of new weres, which means there’s a lot of ticking timebombs walking around out there.
In the books it says that strong emotion can trigger changing form. How many of them are going to know enough to try and get themselves help? Or how many will just get angry someday and go berserk? Best case scenario, things are calm until the next full moon.
Yeah, right.
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