* Moonlight Pack *
Crystal stood before the mirror in her small room, staring at her reflection as a faint chill ran down her spine.
She rubbed her arms through the thin fabric of her sweater, trying to shake the strange sensation that clung to her.
Her senses were sharper than they had ever been.
She could hear the distant rustle of paws padding softly against the forest floor beyond the pack house, wolves training before dawn.
The scent of pine, damp earth and even the faintest trace of wildflowers carried on the breeze, sharp and clear but it was her hands that truly unsettled her.
Lifting them into the view of light coming through the window, she watched as the faintest shimmer of silver dust danced over her fingertips, like threads of light before vanishing.
Gone as quickly
