Principal Valois looked at the two students Mr. Slade had brought in. They had just reported that a She-wolf was running wild in the woods. It sounded unbelievable, but they insisted they had proof.
"What proof?" Principal Valois asked as she leaned back in her chair. It was already past nine, almost ten, yet she had not left her office since morning. Piles of documents still covered her desk. Her body felt heavy, her spirit even heavier. Ever since the moon goddess cursed her, she had lost the power to shift like other wolves. Every full moon only reminded her of what had been taken from her, and of the sorrow she carried.
"Her scent… that's what the students said," Mr. Slade replied, lowering himself into the chair across from her. "The last full moon, they claimed her scent lingered around the west house."
