Love at first howl

formation was beginning, and soon she would be changed. She could feel the familiar stirrings in her body, the slow shifting of bones and muscles. She could feel the fur sprouting on her ski

re. She was a creature of the night, a child of the moon. And she felt a kinship with the other creatures of the forest, the wolves and the owls and the bats. She ran and ran, feeling the wind in her fur and the moonlight on her face. She felt like she could run forever, until she reached the ends of the earth. But then she heard the howl, a long, mournful sound that pierced the night air. She stopped and listened, and the howl was answered by another, and another. She knew what she had to do. She turned and ran in the direction of the howls, follo

d her change, the colors becoming brighter and the sounds becoming clearer. She felt the call of the moon, and she knew she had to answer it. She joined the others in howling, letting her voice join the chorus, joining them in song. They sang to the moon, to the night, to the land, to each other. And as they sang, Sarah felt herself change once more, not into wolf but into something new, something she couldn't quite name. She looked down at her body, and saw that she was neither human nor wolf, but something in between. She felt a joy that was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She looked around at the others, and saw that they had changed too, that they were not just wolves, but something more. She could see their spirits, their true forms,

eplied. "We have been here since the beginning of time, watching over the trees and the creatures that live here. We have waited for you, for one who would understand us, who would speak our language." Sarah was both afraid and excited. She had never felt so close to nature, so connected to the world around her. "What do you want from me?" she asked. "We want you to be our voice," the leaves said. "We want you to speak for us, to tell our stories to the world. You have been chosen, Sarah. You are our oracle, our prophet." Sarah was stunned. She had never imagined that she could be anything like that. She had always felt like an outsider, never quite fitting in. But now, she was being asked to play a vital role in the world, to speak for the forest itself. It was overwhelming, and she wasn't sure if she was up to the task. But then, she looked into the tree's deep green eyes, and she knew that she had no choice. "I will do it," she said. "I will be your voice, and I will tell the world your stories." The leaves rustled in the wind, and Sarah felt a wave of energy wash over her. "Thank you," t