The cold dawn seeped through the walls of the pack house but Crystal felt only heat.
Her skin burned beneath her clothes, her breath shallow as if fire rested deep in her chest.
She sat curled on her bed, arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Her wolf paced restlessly within her, demanding, clawing to be freed.
The heat rose again, flooding her senses. Every heartbeat felt like it scratched against her ribs.
The shift.
It is coming, she felt it
She closed her eyes, trying to steady herself but the feeling was overwhelming.
A thousand sensations were flooding her at once, the pull of the moon, the fire moving beneath her skin, the scent of the forest and the earth. She felt connected to everything, yet isolated in her own turmoil.
"The balance holds but the storm is approaching"
