Blake was walking home through Potter Park from a decently eventful evening with a friend. Glad to feel the cool air, she looked up at the semi-clear night. It was only a day away from being a full moon, and she wasn't excited about it. Beyond the fact that there are werewolves, but even people who aren't said creatures act differently too. Sighing, seeing her misty breath in the air, she returned her attention to the path she was following home.
"Not too much longer," she whispered, wanting to be in the comfort of her house for a little while.
Home 
