Moon laughs softly, sadly, the sound echoing off the stone around them.

"She longs. She aches. She remembers."

She tries to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, but the wind whips it wild again.

"The Moon finds little solace in the dark, separated from her wolf and all she thinks of as comfort."

Jason, Nathaniel, Yrael, Liz, Asher, Charlie, Teja -- those she'd grown to think of as family in a way, as hers and she theirs.