Full.

I drink a cocktail of moonlight. I twirl and vibrate in a field of gold. My skin is slick with sweat. Perfect percussion thuds in my ears and my nerves pulse. The song ends and I pull the buds from my ears. Wrapping the headphones tight around my phone, I shove the black brick into my pocket. 

The moon is overhead and I know it's coming soon. The change. That cocktail will rush through my veins and light a fire under my skin. I await the moment anxiously. The others, most of them, can change when their body wants it. When they feel that itch in their skin. I can't. I've got to wait for the full moon, so when the night comes I prepare. I wait anxiously. When it comes, I make the best of my night and I relish every second. 

Every gust of wind pushing through my tundra coat. Each branch crunching or snapping beneath nimble paws. All of the intimate dances, rolling and streaming through trees with my pack.  

I drink a cocktail of moonlight. The changes rush through my body. Bones crack and my body is in a blaze. I howl into the night and seconds later I am met with the howls of those I love. Those that love me Those who saved my life and made me this great beast.