Cal always thought the best time to think was at night time, and she had a lot on her mind lately. She was struggling to adjust with life right now. Wolves are creatures known for their adaptive natures, so Cal couldn't figure out why she was so restless. She had been unable to sleep this night, finding herself burning despite sleeping in just her underwear. And despite how much she squeezed her eyes shut, they still stung from an unseen light. Finally giving up on sleep, Cal snuck out of the apartment. She knew many of the pack members didn't like her sneaking off in the night, but Cal was going stir crazy. 

It didn't help that she was no longer going to school. She had almost nothing to do all day but get in trouble. Cal looked up and down the abandoned street, making sure she hadn't been followed. She didn't really fear being mugged or jumped, she would easily be able to fight off anyone who came at her. Cal paused beneath the light of a streetlamp, leaning against the cool metal pole. With almost unnatural speed and position, Cal pulled a cigarette and a lighter out of her pocket, lighting the cigarette dangling from her lip with a soft glow.

She was suddenly taken over by a strange sense of homesickness. To her, the pack was her family. She could not remember her birth family at all, after all of her years alone. The fire and the fear, it brought about a horrible feeling of displacement. She didn't really like the apartment. There was plenty of space for everyone, but it wasn't the same. 

Cal's thought was cut off by a buzzing in her pocket. She looked down at pant leg, a faint glow piercing the dark. Cal stuffed her hand into her pocket, pulling a cell phone out. Cal unlocked it with a swipe of a finger, wincing as the screen felt almost ungodly bright. Cal grumbled out a "Who the hell is texting me this early in the morning?" As she read the message on her phones, her expression changed from one of mild annoyance to one of confusion. This Friday? The full moon is this Friday? With a feeling of dread Cal looked up at the moon. It was true. The moon was almost full. Later this week it would be time. 

And if Ronan was texting everyone, that must mean he was getting off work. She almost considered texting him, asking him for a ride back to the apartment, but she didn't want to get in trouble for sneaking out. She didn't need to get another stern talking to from the Alpha.