Who: Jo, Drina and Marco
Where: Ballard House
When: Early morning
It used to be that the promise of an upcoming full moon was a happy, exciting time for Jo. It was like a homecoming, even if she had never really left home in the first place, because while she was never anyone but herself that was never quite so as when she was in wolf form, running with her people underneath the moonlight. Knowing that this full moon fundamental pieces of the pack would be missing broke her heart. It was going to feel lacking, incomplete, like the full moon was a ritual she would not be able to fulfil this time. Not to mention that just thinking of running under the moon without her brother and sister along made Jo feel sick.
She had not slept last night, and hardly so the past few. For all the strong face and helpful disposition that Jo tried to show others, she was very much on her last nerve at this point. Of course she kept on going because there was nothing else to do, but every once in a while she had had to stop herself and calm down before the tears came in full force. As quickly as it would come, it would go, and Jo would return to whatever was occupying her mind at the time. Right now she could only be thankful for the opportunity to help other weres at the William Ballard House; for Jo there was really no better way to heal herself than by helping others.
There was an edge in the air around her that made Jo's hairs stand in the back of her neck. Everyone was nervous, herself included. If she hadn't done a good enough job then these people wouldn't be safe, and neither would those they might encounter. Still, Jo could only trust herself to do her best to keep that from happening. Clipboard in hand, she assigned people to cages, making sure no one who had asked was left without one. It
sounded rough, sure, but when Jo saw the relief in people's eyes she realized they, too, knew there wasn't a better option.