Another day, another endless loop of loneliness. Sarah stared at the ceiling, emotions boiling. The sterile cell suffocated her. Days dissolved into monotony, punctuated by outbursts of rage. She hurled a pastel at the door, then her food tray, yelling for interaction. The wolf inside her raged, demanding release. The memories of her first transformation and the deaths of her friends haunted her. She felt guilt, despair, and a desire to die, but her body wouldn’t let her. Then, a new scent, soft and inviting, filled the air. A woman, Anon, entered her cell. “Who…who are you?” Sarah whispered, fear, curiosity, and desperate hope warring within her.