When They Come For Me “So, there’s another party at La Pleine Lune next weekend,” Madison informs me. It’s a rare but inevitable situation for Amara and Arden to both be at work while I’m not at school, so I take a chance and sneak out. Madison and I are downstairs in the rec room of her boarding house. Madame Lefèvre has allowed me back after our last unpleasant encounter, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m in her good graces. She checks in on us at random intervals, making not-so-subtle tsking noises. I’m not sure if her disdain is for me or our movie choice. We just spent the afternoon on the couch sitting close ― but not too close ― watching Akira, a classic post-apocalyptic anime movie. At the sound of the name, La Pleine Lune, my guard goes up. That haven for werewolves is — without a shred of doubt — the very last place on Earth I want to be. Although my wounds have healed over completely, the memory of being bitten is still pretty fresh in my mind.
