Moon watched as though in slow motion as Storm shifted. He looks so majestic and sexy. His muscles rippled and twitched as he changes. His fur reminds her of a brewing storm. Dark grey, with hints of silver and gold. He looked her way for a split second then howled. Other pack members emerge from the cars and shifted. It was beautiful almost poetic. Storm was the first to race into the forest surrounding the house. They came around back. Next Moon heard howling and growling. Some of them were fighting. Though she couldn't see them. The sun had set hours ago. A hunter's moon shone in the sky. Cloud cover made it nearly impossible to see. She saw Dr. Young and one of the men. Race to one of the vehicles. They took off leaving the other man to fend for himself.
