Millitimed to May 3

[captainryan]

It’s the last night of the full moon, his last chance to try and hold back the change from man to wolf. He’s failed utterly the first two nights, not even able to postpone it for a few seconds. Once he’s capable of wondering why, he’ll be irritated and annoyed with himself, but that won’t be till at least tomorrow morning.

But now is now, so that is what he focuses on. He leans against a tree, head bowed, hands on the rough bark so his claws will have something to dig into besides his palms. But despite all the focus he pours into it, despite his attempts to even slow it down, the change still sweeps over him within seconds of the moon having risen.

He can’t stop it. He can’t even slow it down. But, as he’ll remind himself tomorrow, he’s only ever attempted this three times. There’s no reason to think it’s impossible and rather foolish to believe he would succeed the first time. He simply needs to keep trying until he does succeed. He strongly suspects that it will take a while. After all, he only has three nights out of twenty-eight to attempt it, and only one opportunity each night.

He’ll not waste them.