Frieda looked down at the ground below her, barely able to see it from the darkness surrounding them. The moon was long gone, but it was still too early for the sun to show on the horizon. The cold breeze from the rain was the only thing keeping Frieda from throwing up.

"I can't do this," Frieda said for the third time. "It's too far, Lacey."

"Oh my...Frieda, it's only ten feet, and you're a full werewolf," Lacey frowned. "I'll catch you, and besides, this fall won't kill you."

Frieda scooted her butt to the edge of the wall. She chewed the side of her mouth, looking at the drop...