Ace On every full moon, we had a tradition to gather in front of the packhouse at midnight and to celebrate pups shifting into their wolf forms for the first time. This time we have three kids whose anxiety radiated through the cold air. Even if the bonfire was burning nearby, pack members wore warm clothes because the wind was harsh. It looked like Artemis was restless like I was. I couldn’t stop thinking about Kayla and the last message I sent to her. My only hope and wish were for her to stay away tonight from the woods. A lot of Opal pack members will go running tonight, enjoying the full moon, and the first-timers will also need to adjust to their bodies and all their instincts will be sharper than any other day. “How are you holding up?” I asked the trio who stood in front of the

