the media had gone away , of course . her gaze meets mine once more . he ran his free hand over his shaved head and looked down the hall for a moment . it was as if the evening sky were telling us , too , that our night together was over , and we 'd soon have to face the weeks ahead waiting for the next full moon . he 's not one bit uncomfortable , unlike me . `` i 'm sorry , '' i whispered , breathing in her subtle scent of lily of the valley . 