Ember lay on the roof in her wolf form, her trusted private corner, the very spot she had leapt from in her last jailbreak. She smiled mentally at the memory. Her tail brushed against the roof in soft thuds as she relaxed under the moonlight’s gentle glow.
She lazily watched the small outlines of people moving in and out of the mansion, idly imagining their stories. Her thoughts drifted to Kaya, and she realized how little she truly knew about her. All she really knew was that Kaya’s human parents had migrated into werewolf territory, desperate to become wolves themselves. But their desperation had worked against them and they had been rejected repeatedly, their eagerness making them infamous and shunned, which in turn diminished their chances of ever being accepted into a clan and turned
