tagNonHumanWolf Moon  Wolf Moon   Russ stood in the center of
pack's grove with the pale light of the full moon shining down
on him. He stood under its radiance while the rest of the pack
stood back in shadow forming a loose circle. The moon light
seemed to lighten his short cut hair, turning it from a dark
blonde to a liquid silver. He took in a deep breath through his
nostrils to steady himself. He could smell the forest and the
combined scent of all the other werewolves gathered around him.
His face was set like stone as he renewed his determination.  "I
have chosen a mate," he said in a loud, strong voice to the
others circled around him, "I call to Brittany to come and join
with me." His finger rose to point to her in the crowd. This was
the moment of truth. He had taken the risk of rejection, now he
waited to see the result of his action.  Brittany stepped out
from the shadows so that moonlight could cast its glow on her.
Long, sable hair hung loosely over her shoulders. It seemed silk
smooth in the sil