* Moonlight Pack *

 Crystal stood before the mirror in her small room, staring at her reflection as a faint chill ran down her spine. 

 She rubbed her arms through the thin fabric of her sweater, trying to shake the strange sensation that clung to her.

 Her senses were sharper than they had ever been.

 She could hear the distant rustle of paws padding softly against the forest floor beyond the pack house, wolves training before dawn. 

 The scent of pine, damp ...