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It was the last night of the full moon, which meant Jackson and Derek were free of werewolf issues for another month.
Jack, however, was not. He morosely chewed on a sandwich as he waited for the moon to rise. He'd come to love having a pack (even though some days he wouldn't admit it), but there was definitely a downside to being a different breed from the others.
[OOC: Open to whoever might be in the house!]
Jack, however, was not. He morosely chewed on a sandwich as he waited for the moon to rise. He'd come to love having a pack (even though some days he wouldn't admit it), but there was definitely a downside to being a different breed from the others.
[OOC: Open to whoever might be in the house!]
