Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Andrea Cremer's book Nightshade. All the other characters are mine
When I was young I would sit out on my porch in a rickety old rocking chair that my mother used when I was a baby. As I would sit that old chair I listened to the nearby wolves harmonize a good-night song to the moon. Then everything changed, the wolf song began to grow distant and lonely soon their voices were gone. If only I had listened to the changing howls then maybe I wouldn't be where I am now.