(From Maya's Viewpoint)
A cry pierced the darkness, startling me from sleep. My heart raced as I leaped from my bed, silver streaks shimmering on my skin.
Through the window, I spotted a dark person running across our yard, moonlight glinting off something metal in their hand.
"Luna!" I gasped, running to the nursery.
The door was already open. Wrong. I always closed it.
I skidded into the room and froze.
A stranger in a black robe stood over my baby's crib, a silver knife raised high. A strange sign glowed on the blade—a crescent moon crossed by a wolf's paw.
"Get away from her!" I roared, my body changing before I could think. Bones cracked and skin stretched as my wolf burst forth, faster than ever before.
The stranger whirled around, eyes widening behind their mask. "The Mother Wolf protects," they mumbled, sounding almost respectful despite the weapon in their hand.
