Shadows of Heart : The Awakening
When the change was complete, the crowd gasped.
Zoe stood in the clearing, her fur as white as freshly fallen snow, her golden eyes gleaming with a light that seemed otherworldly. She felt powerful, unstoppable, as though the moon itself had blessed her.
When she shifted back to human form moments later, the astonished murmurs of the crowd grew louder. Her mother hurried to her side, gasping softly as she touched Zoe’s forehead.
A glowing crescent moon mark shimmered there, faint but undeniable.
“It can’t be,” her father whispered, stepping closer.