The reason I bring this up is I have a WIP in progress where the main character Savannah (aka Savvy) is affected by the full moon. A super moon is even worse. As I was writing, I looked into Super Moons for a scene. I thought I'd share her fight.
She's going to hate me for this. >8D But that's what she gets for not telling me the story's title! It's currently called "I'm not saying it was aliens..."
James smiled at her. “Earth to Savan––”
She flung herself against him, crushing their lips together. A moan vibrated through her. She was ready for James to claim her.
“Whoa.” James grabbed her wrists and put space between them. He grinned. “Easy kitty cat. I know I’m irresistible, but contain yourself. I was trying to get your attention.”
Savannah stared at him.
James waved his hand in her face. “Savannah?” Concern drew his eyebrows down. “Savvy?”
The nickname made her jerk as if she’d been slapped. Only Evan called her Savvy. She pulled free of James and raced away. In her dorm, she collapsed against the door and released a shaky breath. Heat burned her insides and a persistent voice urged she find James––well, any male––and mate.
The ferocity of this month’s bout didn’t surprise her. Talk of a super moon had occupied even those barely interested in science. Once a year, the moon’s orbit brought it closer to Earth. The effects on her were tenfold, the heat consuming her until she cried. She had to fight tooth and nail to keep from giving in to the primal urge. Sometimes she dragged her dresser in front of her door to keep herself in her bedroom.
Forcing a sliver of control over herself, she rose and stumbled to the kitchen. A pan of brownies sat on the counter. She snatched it, using her fingers to tear into it. Chocolate was smeared around her mouth when she finished it. She washed up quickly then cleaned the pan. Finding another box of brownie mix, she whipped it together and threw it in the over. She almost devoured that pan too, but she didn’t need Mandy asking why she ate all the brownies. Two full pans of brownies wouldn’t satisfy her need. Only a male would.
“Hey Savannah.” Mandy strode into the apartment. She paused and sniffed. “Are you making brownies? I made some yesterday.”
Savannah leapt across the room, crushing her lips to Mandy.
She blinked, finding herself still in the kitchen. Damn super moon. “Uh, you did? I didn’t see any.”
Mandy frowned. “Huh. Weird.” She giggled and lifted her arms, shuffling like a zombie. “We were sleep walking last night and ate them.” Tossing her bag aside, she sauntered to the bedrooms. “I gotta get ready. Got a date tonight.”
An image of her knocking Mandy out and going on the date instead flitted through Savannah’s head. She shook it away. Sealing herself in her room once more, she hunkered down. The day was going to be long. A growl vibrated in her throat, its origin the pit of her stomach. She could survive. She had to.