Primal Heat

That evening, as the silver disk of the Blood Moon crested the jagged peaks of the Olympic range, a terrifying, primal fever seized the Obsidian Lodge. The full moon was not ordinary tonight; it was the Lunar Perigee—the closest the moon came to the earth all year. For an unmated Alpha wolf, the perigee triggered the *Lupus Fervor*—the sacred, uncontrollable mating rut where the inner beast demanded physical union with…