Vanilla Moon: Acrimony

Three months ago, I came to Adamsville... In that time, my world has changed. Words like Lycan, Vampire, and Witch are common in my vocabulary. I've learned more about love and loss in these last three months than any single person should know in a lifetime. I've also learned exactly what it means to be part of a pack. Two weeks ago, a rock smashed through our window with a note on it. Leave town, or die. The choice was put to a vote. We unanimously decided to stay. We decided to fight. Tonight is the full moon. Is this decision going to kill us all? Will we withstand the tide and emerge victorious?