Sparks of Inspiration

 It wasn’t an ordinary night. It was one of those nights. One of those cursed, damned, bad nights. Yes, it was the full moon, but that wasn’t the bad part. The bad part was how the moon’s cycle sometimes – albeit very rarely – coincided with her own. And how much worse it made everything. As if the overly excited werewolf on the other side of the bond wasn’t enough, now she had her own emotions to take care of. It was early morning when she looked at one of the dogs, Auri, and almost burst into tears when she remembered how she came to be. And then there were the hormones. The slight sexual tension on both sides that she could do nothing about. And dammit, of course it was a Saturday and she had to spend the day at home, as did he. She felt like she was avoiding him, and to be perfectly honest, she probably was. She couldn’t see that cheeky smile without wanting to do something about it. She hated him, then loved him, then wanted to simply take him, gods damn the con...

 “Mum?” “Yes, sweetheart?” “Why are you so sad?” The woman sitting by the window breathed out, but didn’t move her eyes from the forest in the distance. She tried to hide it. Her daughters didn’t deserve to know such sadness as hers. She smiled a little, but the emotion didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m… I’m not sad, melmënya . But it’s winter, the forest sleeps, the grass sleeps… And my heart wants to sleep with them” The girl thought for a moment while her hands continued to brush her mother’s red hair. The same as hers, they were always too alike. More than any of them suspected. “Will I be like that when I grow up?” Gem asked, her voice quiet and almost afraid. She didn’t want to be sad in winter, she loved winters. Loved playing in the snow with her sister, building odd snowmen, trying to keep snowflakes in their hands. Her mother moved her head to look at her. Pruna’s icy blue eyes matched the scenery behind the window, but the emotion in them wasn’t cold. It was w...