CAMILE
It was a full moon night, the kind that made the air hum with the power of the moon goddess.
I was running, my wolf free, muscles burning, heart light.
The forest blurred around me until something pulled at my instincts, a magnetic tugging deep in my chest, urging me to keep moving forward.
I didn't question it; I just followed, my silver fur rippling in the moonlight, paws in the dirt.
When I got to a moonlight clearing, I felt his presence before I saw him.
A bigger wolf stood ahead.
He was massive, his fur a shade of shadowy dark that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. He was powerful, his muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike. I slowed, circling him instinctively, my breath coming in soft pants.
Our eyes met for a fleeting moment, his own glowing
