Moon.

A silent white eye tracks overhead, too bright to sensitive eyes. Longing to howl. Craving release. A taste like cold iron in the mouth, burning. Muscles ache and twinge. Cram it in, push it down. Sighing. Gaze out the window again. Wish for a city to vanish, neighbours to disappear, something to chase that isn't a dream. Fangs prick the lips, a reminder of what isn't allowed. Deny it. Chain it. Forget it.

There is no place in the human world for a wolf.