Pushing away memories of your First Change, you sniff the air and look around. Nothing but swirling snow, and the horse and rider picking their way past the dead trees. It's time to act. Clay says you've disappointed him twice before. He says he wants you to really join the pack, but not as a failure. Not as a burden. Everything you've done these past few weeks has led up to the destruction of this monster.
You chose this night for a reason: the same moon hangs in the sky as the night of your First Change. A moon that gives you strength and focus. That defines who you are as one of Gaia's champions. The Garou. The werewolves.