The screams coming from behind the pack house jolted Aella from her fitful sleep. Wild instincts kicked in immediately and she rolled off from the bed and landed nimbly on her feet, her teeth bared in a growl and her fangs extended. Her eyes were glowing amber and darting around, looking for any intruder. She was almost halfway into her wolf form as white hair was beginning to sprout on her arms and legs.

A few seconds later, she realized that the screams were not because of any intruder. She slowly relaxed, her fangs and claws retracting and her fur going back to normal. Her fight or flight instincts were...