The Crescent Moon Pack

Chapter 1: So, Apparently Werewolves Exist

"And that was it for this week's episode. Tune in next week, where we'll dive into yet another unsolved murder case", the podcast ends.

With a sigh, I take the earbud out of my ear. That was the last episode on my list of podcasts and audiobooks, I'd downloaded for the car ride.

Time to get back to reality, Eve.

And of course, Mom notices immediately, clapping her hands dramatically from the passenger seat.

"And thank you Evelyn for finally joining your family back here in reality", she says in a sarcastic tone.

"Sorry", I mumble.

There's no need to pick an argument with Mom by giving a sarcastic answer back like I'd normally do. We've already had a lot of those in the three days we've been on the road.

Instead, I lean my head against the window, trying to shift my attention to the passing scenery.

Rain is tapping softly against the window, small droplets slowly rolling down the glass, until they disappear down the car door. We're passing trees as we go, making everything outside look like a green blur.

"I was just telling your brother and sister how we're almost home. It's only about an hour or two now", Mom explains.

Home.

How ironic really. Mom calling the new place we're moving to our home, when not even our previous house could be classified as that.

Myra straightens up beside me.

"Now that you're mentioning the house. I was thinking, Dad are you sure you got the Wi-Fi set up correctly? I've almost run out of data and I need to facetime Aisha as soon as we arrive", she asks.

Dad nods from the driver's seat, taking one of his hands off the steering wheel to rub his temples. He doesn't seem to be in the mood to talk. Not that he ever is, but it's probably even worse after 72 hours of being stuck with us.

"Good, because it's really important that I facetime her. She needs some serious advice. Janelle texted me saying that Aisha's trying to get back with her ex, and it's not a good idea, let me tell you. Jamie is an asshole", she explains to no one in particular.

James groans from beside her. "We don't give a fuck, Myra. We don't even know these people, let alone have any interest in their poor life decisions. Now, shut up. Fuck, I was this close to falling asleep".

"At least I actually have friends unlike you", Myra taunts.

I lean back into the chair, knowing that this'll turn into yet another argument.

"What the fuck does that mean?".

"James. I don't tolerate that kind of language in this car", Mom says in a stern tone.

James mutter a small sorry, not looking the tiniest bit remorseful.

This car ride has been hell from the moment we got in it. Damn Dad, for choosing to drive all the way here, instead of just getting the car shipped out to the new house.

It's not normal for us to be arguing this much with each other. Clearly, the long ride has taken a toll on our patience for each other.

"You know what? I seriously can't believe you. Do you know how hard it was for me to agree to this move? I just said goodbye to my whole life to be with you guys. The least you can do is let me talk about me friends", Myra continues, her voice shaking a bit.

Myra has taken the move particularly hard. Whilst James and I didn't give a damn about the people we'd grown up with and gone to school with, Myra did.