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The night was alive. The air was so thick with lights and smoke,  I  could have been underwater, if not for the roar of the crowd and music that thrummed straight through the bodies surrounding me and into my eardrums. Sweat flicked up into the air with the start of every dance move, and wet hair bounced back down with its completion. It would have been beautiful - perfect even - if not for one thing. A guy, pushing into me, grinding, forcing me into movements this way and that. My voice pushed out into his ear, low but firm, “in the middle of the party idiot get off me”

The pack council members were arriving into the hall by dozen and each we're spotted wearing expensive-looking robes. Everyone wore a new dress or suit which marks how important the annual shifting is to all the pack members.

In the sky, the moon pro