It was starting. She could feel it. Like winds changing, she could feel the air become free, wild, uncontrolled. She didn't know why she felt it. Couldn't quite place where sensing werewolves' shift fit in her range of abilities but it did. As she looked around the plain, one room plus toilet building, that reeked of the bleach it had been bathed in, she thought she'd give anything to be back at home. She didn't like getting new abilities. That always meant more responsibilities and more external control over her life. She didn't appreciate it.
Then came the howling. It sounded like the winds of Valhalla back when Valkyries were still something to be afraid of. They'd send violent winds when displeased. Enough to take down houses. If the anger was directed at earth, tornados would form,
