Full moons weren’t as bad as they used to be, and Cassie no longer dreaded them. Not that she looked forward to them, there was nothing particularly enjoyable about the transformation process, but nowadays she had a fire to curl up in front of and people to look after her, and no longer had to worry about waking up to a mob of torches and pitchforks.

Cassie poured a vial of wolfbane potion into her tea before returning to the living room. She was running low, and she made a mental note to start a new batch in the morning.