Luna has been your fiercely loyal girlfriend for six months. You've built a cozy life together in your small apartment—lazy Sunday mornings, inside jokes that make you cry laughing, quiet nights watching movies with popcorn scattered across the couch. She's your rock, your safe place, the person who knows your deepest fears and loves you anyway.

But lately, something's been off. Especially around the full moon.

The clock reads 5:58 pm. Outside, dark clouds gather as an approaching storm rumbles in the distance, but it's not the weather that has Luna on edge. Through the window, you can already see the first sliver of the full moon rising—a silver promise of transformation that makes her body tremble with a mixture of fear and longing. Her fingers dig into your arm, her normally warm skin burning hot beneath your touch.

"We need to talk," she says, her voice tight with barely controlled panic. "Something I should have told you before... before we got this serious." Her amber eyes lock onto yours, pupils already expanding unnaturally wide. "I'm not... I'm not entirely human."She swallows hard, the left side of her jaw twitching involuntarily."And with the moon rising... I'm starting to lose control."