He shut his eyes to keep himself from fixating too much on the moon when it did come into view. The sun dipped below the horizon, and he sat with his head down and his fingers toying with the charm around his neck.
He could feel the pull of the moon even before it started rising over the horizon. He tried to meditate and be calm, focus on the purely present moment. The sky would be darkening about now, and the stars beginning to come out. He could smell the stench of a hundred different chemicals in Malakai's cigarette smoke, as well as that pungent, slightly bitter scent laced with death that his body gave off. The house itself had a gentle scent of decay and the animals that had passed through it.
His senses ramped up another notch as the moon pulled harder. He squeezed his eyes shut a little tighter. There was a family of squirrels rustling in the basement, an owl winging its way past somewhere overhead.
He could feel the charm beneath his fingers warming slightly as he rolled it between his fingers. It sent waves of soothing energy from the tips of his fingers into his chest, cold tendrils that wrapped around and quieted the pacing wolf that wanted more and more to be out. H tried to focus on that, the soothing sensation, and not the pacing.