My name is Luna and I have a secret, a deadly secret.No, not that I'm a werewolf. Anyone with a nose can tell that. I'm not just a werewolf; I can do magic. What's wrong with a little magic? Everything. Magicians represent all that werewolves hate. Werewolves rise and fall in their pack through fighting ability. Instead of battling with fang and claw, sneaky magicians use foul spells and charms. The mere scent of magic sends most werewolves into fits of rage. So, I keep my secret well. If other werewolves find out the truth about my abilities, they will tear me limb from limb. Then I was captured by the US government and sent to a black site above the Arctic Circle, a site designed to imprison and weaken werewolves. I was shoved into a cell in prison filled with a dozen lone wolves, labeled a terrorist, and became the subject of experiments. The net has been cast wide. As well as capturing werewolves, they have also captured their family members. My closest cell contains a werewolf named Thomas, his wife, and their ten-year-old daughter. What kind of monsters would cage a child up with werewolves? Prison is no place to raise a child. I vow to escape, taking all of the prisoners with me. They thought they had the perfect prison for werewolves. Adding one more werewolf, even a female werewolf, should present no problem, right? I have a secret; I'm not just a werewolf.