I spent the next hours by the window, watching the night fall and the full moon rise.  

I received clear instructions to stay in my room during the full moon; I was served dinner in my room, and a few hours after the full moon, I could hear it—wolf howls.  

A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered the wolf the commander was turning into that night I would never forget, the night I had blood on my hands.  

I started pacing back and forth in my room, thinking of a way ...