It was the first moon since Feris did it. Since he had changed them both.
Her neck hadn't healed yet.
Her brother, hardly a healer but a hunter who had called to death with his hands, that it wouldn't even scar properly until the next spring. He said, rubbing the side of his nose with a muddy finger, that she shouldn't move her neck much, keep it straight so she didn't rip the scabbing.
(This would be a habit she would hold through the years, her posture as straight as that of a dancers; her head erect and neck taut.)
Una knew that Feris hated them. The teethmarks. She thought it was guilt maybe, shame, it certainly wasn't that he had a weak stomach. She had seen him gut deer happily without blinking an eye but Gods, the way his face twitched from its usual smugness if his gaze passed her neck...
She was certain it was guilt.
It was also most likely guilt that had him gift her with a string of precious stones to cover it up with. Despite her muted hatred for her brother, she liked the necklace. Red plaited silk and dark quartz that felt cool against the raw skin. She wore it constantly after it's gifting, except for the day of the coming moon. Feris took it from her then, tucking it within a leather pouch of his, keeping his eyes averted, safely away from her throat. He told her he didn't want it to break. When she questioned how it would do so, he did not answer.
She thought, after, that he knew it would happen again.
That the moon would change him again.
Into that thing.
She didn't know it would do it again and not only to him.
She didn't know how painful the night could be.
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