I felt it at once. A sweet, fierce joy rushing towards me, filling me with exhilaration and a hungry thirst. Ripping off the screen of my window, I crept out and slid to a stop on the roof tiles. The moon bathed my in a light of silver water. Then, the change. We loup-garou were not cursed. No, far from that. We were gifted, ruling from the shadows of the suburbs for more than 5,000 years, yet forced to grovel like humans. But at night...now that was a different story. At night, we were the predators, we were in charge, we could be free to live, to run, to feel the anger and sorrow slip away like droplets of rain.
By Selina, Goddess of the moon, age 11