The moon hung heavy, as Ronan, alpha of the Shadowfang pack, sensed an intrusion. A human, foolish, small and weak, stumbled through the whispering willows bordering his territory. His senses, sharpened by the full moon, tasted fear, mixed with the metallic tang of blood – a fresh wound. Ronan emerged from the shadows, a hulking silhouette against the pale moonlight. His eyes, twin embers burning gold, fixed on the trespasser.