POV: Luna
The full moon rises three days later.
Campus is tense. Everyone feeling the pull. The call to transform. To run. To hunt.
The Moon Circle ceremony is mandatory. All students. All faculty. Under the moon together.
But this month feels different. Dangerous. Like something is waiting to happen.
I can feel it through my mark. Through my wolf. Through every instinct I have.
Tonight, something breaks.
The ceremony begins normally. Professor Cael leading rituals. Students arranging by pack affiliation.
The moon rises. Full and bright. Power flooding through all of us.
My mark glows. Brighter than the others. Drawing attention like always.
But I maintain control. Stay human. Participate appropriately.
That's when the first howl sounds. From the forest. Wrong. Distorted.
Rogue
