I knew that he was eager to continue the hunt for whatever monster was out there. When he mentioned the watch tower, I shivered uncontrollably. I knew exactly where to take him. I’d been up there a few times. First as a young curious girl and later with my camera. Something about it always made me uneasy though. Not sure if it was the height or something else. Would I feel any better going up there with him? I had no idea. I also wasn’t sure if we’d be safe from….it…up there.
I pulled the blanket around us tighter, pressing close to his side and trying to stop shivering. “I….I know you are eager to go.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “I think we should wait a few days. At least until after the full moon.” I swallowed hard and hoped he understood. I hadn’t been off the meds that long. Shifting consciously was still a difficult process for me. The full moon would only intensify that. I didn’t want to be a liability out there. Not even if we were high above the ground in the watch tower.
He didn’t like it. I could sense that, but he pulled me close. “Ok, Jo. We wait. Couple more days.” I sank against him, exhausted and relieved, whispering my thanks. It had been a long night. He gathered me up in the blanket and took me up to bed. We stayed fully dressed, crumpled in a heap on the bed, falling asleep quickly.
The next few days went by in a bit of a blur. We didn’t talk much, but he stayed close by me at all times. He spent most of his time pouring over maps and charts of the area after I showed him where the watch tower was located. I tried to focus on mundane chores. The dishes, laundry, dusting. Anything to keep busy. At night, we lay side by side, his arm usually draped over me protectively. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever sleep through the night without him beside me.
As the full moon got closer, I feared my restlessness would keep him awake so I often snuck out of bed and crept downstairs to pace the living room or wander outside or curl up on the couch. I tried to return to bed before he awoke and found me gone. If we woke and called out to me, I’d hurry back upstairs. The night of the full moon, I waited as long as I could and slipped out. Then shifted in the bright moonlight alone and more than a little scared.
After I shifted back, I hurried to his side and collapsed beside him. I didn’t think the shivering would ever stop, but somehow when he draped his arm over me…I was home and safe.