You ignore her and tip back your head, ready to call to them...
But then something changes.
You swivel and see it rising above the buildings.
The moon.
Full, white, and deafening. The scream of it surges through your veins, echoes in your skull, and fills your heart with wild, savage hunger.
No. You're not going to let this happen. Not again. You won't lose yourself to the moon.
You turn away and call out to your pack. They can centre you. They can save you. But they don't answer. No one does. You're alone.
Of course you're alone. Your pack is gone. Dead.
No! You have a new pack. This is a dream. This is only a dream.
But that small voice of reason is soft and far away.
The moon's voice is loud. It's song cuts into you like knives. You can't ignore it any longer. She calls to you. She calls on you to...