The pups of Lunar Fang pack were settled around the firepit, fidgeting and giggling under a velvet night sky scattered with stars. The flames crackled warmly, casting golden light over their eager faces. Some were curled up in wolf form, tiny tails thumping excitedly. Others leaned forward on elbows, eyes wide.

Lisa stood dramatically in the firelight, one hand on her hip and the other holding a stick like a ceremonial staff. She wore a wolf pelt slung over her shoulders,clearly fake, and had ...