Sounds of war overshadowed the woods with every step I walked closer to the pack house. Screams of pain, noisemaking sounds of bone and the smell of blood in the air.

A joint sound of commotion.

My half-wolf shouted at me to shift, throw myself into battle, but I held back, knowing that I had to use tactics.

My new powers were rambling and unreliable, already loose. "I just want to be safe… I know the Moon Goddess will never leave me."

I pushed aside the bushes, almost turned into a ...