He is running, the trees a blur around him, moonlight shining above as bright as the sun. His feet barely skim the ground, a primeval longing in his heart that builds in his chest and bursts from his throat as a hunter's howl.

His pack, his real pack, flows around him, their eyes shining, blood tied to his, power reaching for his. They run as one, and he rejoices to be part of this incredible family.

Something springs from the undergrowth ahead, darts down the ...