The full moon was fierce and cold in the night sky. Its light shone through the trees, making long, strange shadows. Henry and I were still in our hidden part of the woods. The air smelled strongly of dry leaves and damp dirt, but a new, bad smell was starting to mix in.

A perfect silence.

But, an unpleasant smell overwhelmed it.

I felt it first as a tingle on my skin, then as a deep ache in my wolf. Henry stood beside me, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. We had just finished a ...