Ronan

Ronan hadn’t seen his pack in a month. On the full moon, he heard their howls around the pond and longed to be back with his community and family. If he joined them, they’d kill him on sight.

In wolf form, Ronan paced back and forth, whimpering as he ached to return to his pack. Finally, Ronan lay down in the leaves to get some sleep. The howling kept him up and he tossed and turned. For the first time, he wondered if that was why the coven feared the wolves so much, ...