It had been a while since the four women shared the cottage. They had been so busy learning their duties and responsibilities that they hadn't taken a single day to rest or to do anything for themselves.
That night, the moon rose full and bright, spilling silver light through the little windows. Mira, Eira, and Therese felt the tug of it in their blood and decided to let their wolves breathe for a while.
Inside the cramped living room, the three shifted. Fur rippled over skin, bones cracked, and in moments three wolves padded across the floorboards.
They were not quiet about it. Mira wagged her tail and knocked over a stool. Therese leapt onto the couch and sank into the cushions like she owned them. Eira paced in circles, brushing against the walls and leaving claw marks on the wood.
The three enjoyed themselves until the door of Marla's little bedroom creaked open. Still half-asleep, she padded into the room in her nightdress, squinting toward the kitchen for a glass of water.
