The sky eventually turned dark, marking the last class (except for the Astronomy of selective years) and meal of the day. Ashley could be found lying on her bed, still wide awake despite her tired state. There had been many attempts but her soul simply refused to rest. Usually, it was the sleeping part that was difficult, not falling asleep. Ashley didn’t know why her body was going against her this time. But then, just as she glanced at the open window, the distinct sound of a howling werewolf, her werewolf, resonated from outside. She forgot... How could she have forgotten? It was the night of full moon. No wonder Remus seemed so restless in the letters he wrote; his cub’s lack of contact with him must have driven him mad. And there laid the reason for Ashley’s soul’s lack of interest in sleeping. It was reaching out for her soul-bonded.