There was a salt tang to the evening air and the scent of dozens of wolves congregated in one place, and Sharon Spark's nose was tickled. She did not want to be at the red moon ceremony tonight, but Luthor Michaelson was not having no as an option for her participation. Faking it and not wanting to get noticed, she pulled her cardigan around her more tightly and leaned into the back of the pack.

They were all stood around the bonfire, chatting and munching as they prepared for their moonlight run. This was always one of the biggest pack rituals, but it was one Sharon did not particularly enjoy....