Romano sat on the balcony, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. The night breeze curled the smoke into lazy swirls before it vanished into the dark.

Footsteps approached from inside. Romano stubbed out the cigarette and stood in greeting.

“How is my bride?” he asked.

“She’s doing well. Are you preparing for the full moon? Seven days left.”

The man gave a commanding nod. “On that day, I’ll hold the General Alpha meeting. I’ll announce my new Luna, and everything will ...