Normally the pull of the full moon brought the wolf to the surface. But with the wolf already freed the moon's pull brought out a frenzied bloodlust. Where he would normally only kill to feed, he now killed for the sake of killing. Hunger was an afterthought now, overshadowed by the rage that possessed him.

So when he caught Sora's scent on the edge of the forest, he didn't smell a packmate as he had before. All he smelled was a human - the werewolf's favorite prey. There was no patient stalking tonight, and the noise he made crashing through the forest would be her only warning that something was different before he was suddenly there and leaping at her claws first.