My Moon, The Lamb

“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP-” a hand smacks the alarm clock before flopping down off of it. 

Caine groans, ruffling around under his blankets, before he finally sits up in his bed looking over to the alarm clock, its reading ‘9:47 AM.’ 

Caine glances over at the half curtained window, the sun's light pouring in and catching on Caine's suncatchers causing little rainbow spots to scatter across the room. 

He just groans again before rolling off his bed and to his feet. When Caine stands up he can't help but shiver, “Gods fuck why is it freezing in here!” He whisper yells to himself, not wanting his mom, or worse his sister, to know he's awake yet. 

“It's the middle of may..” Caine mutters angrily to himself, while he steps over to where a hoodie lays tossed on the ground. He mutters more words to himself as he pulls the hoodie over his head, but they're illegible probably even to himself.  

Caine shivers again after pulling on the hoodie, but just ignores it and walks over to his bedroom door to leave. 

Caine creaks the door open, trying to be as quiet as possible, and luckily for him he is quiet. 

He wiggles out of his room and down the hall towards the kitchen. Lucky for him no one is in there, “Score.” Caine whispers to himself. 

He makes his way to the fruit bowl grabbing a loose apple. 

“Hey Beach boy.” A female voice says with a slight mocking tone, causing Caine to look up with an annoyed expression. 

The moon lit night is cold and crisp, the sky a cool deep blue. The moon's light casting the world in a gray-blue haze. 

Caine hesitates, his ears flat against his head, his tail flicking back and forth. “I'm not sure about this, Lamb..” Caine whines, but takes Lamb's hand anyway. 

Lamb giggles but doesn't answer, he just leads Caine down the animal carved path. 

The trees curl around them as they walk through the woods, deeper and deeper into the darkness. 

Caine can't help but keep his eyes locked on Lamb's bobbing head, his white wool almost glowing against the dark background of the trees. 

Lamb glances back at Caine, “Come on, pick up the pace, Love.” He encourages. Caine follows suit walking faster despite his own anxiety and concerns. 

Lamb stops, staring into the moon lit clearing. The tall grass and blue flower patches making it look almost ethereal. 

Caine hesitates, not wanting to go into the clearing, but Lamb drags him into it anyway.

“Wait, Lamb, hold on!” Caine protests, trying to pull away, but Lamb doesn't let go. 

“Come on love.” Lamb tries to make it come out as a purr but it's more like a growl. Lamb grits his teeth, dragging Caine towards the center of the clearing. 

“Lamb!” Caine yelps as he pulls his hand out of Lamb's grasp, causing himself to trip over and land on his knees. 

Lamb smiles softly, lolling his head to one side. “What's wrong my dear?” He asked, already knowing the answer. Lamb reaches his arm out yet again to Caine. 

Caine looks up at Lamb, the full moon hovering above his head, making Lamb glow under its direct light. “Lamb, please.” Caine begs.