(http://www.tipos.com.br/media/7/20050731-milla%20jovovich%20blog.jpg)<br/><br/>The scent of rain lingered in the air, and blue eyes lifted to regard the clouds that threatened to overwhelm the night sky.  Nostrils flared, taking in the refreshing smell, and lips tugged upward in a smile.  Light spilled down from a moon that was waxing full, only halfway to its perfect orb; she felt its pull, wanted to give in to the draw, knew that it would be best to wait.  The exertion of control was important, establishing the humanity that still lingered in her blood.  Her neck arched and the slightest whine sounded from her chest.  Pressing herself away from the wall of the drugstore, she headed down one of the alleys, appearing to wander aimlessly.<br/><br/>Worn black leather creaked as she moved, the only sound that came from her.  Her dark blonde hair had been gathered into a low ponytail that trailed down between her shoulderblades.  She appeared to be ready for a night out on the town with fitted brown leather pants, an ivory halter top, black leather boots and jacket.  Dark eyeliner accented her blue eyes, and dark red lipstick made full lips appear even more pouty.  It was easy to misjudge her age in such an outfit; she could be 16 or 26.<br/><br/><i>"Candra!"</i>The urgent whisper made her pause, seeming loud to her sensitive ears.  Blue eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared again as she suddenly seemed more predatory, more guarded.  It wasn't her appearance that changed as she turned to find who had spoken to her; it was more of a feeling, something that seemed to shift in the air around her.  Those who were aware of the presence of the preternatural creatures referred to it simply as<i>power</i>, and it exuded from the young woman.<br/><br/>A shadow detached itself from a nearby wall, moving toward her in silence.  Candra felt the hairs on the back of her neck lay down as his scent reached her.  It was only Adolph, one of her Alpha's lackeys.  He was a scrawny boy, pale and with stringy black hair that fell in front of his face.  His appearance meant that something was up.  Candra frowned slightly.<br/><br/>"Argharna has sent you to find me... why?"  Her words were pitched low, her voice husky like rough fur.  Even as she asked, she moved to follow the boy.  Candra was the pack's Beta and Argharna's occasional lover, so she knew the importance of being present when she was required.<br/><br/>"Something moves in the night, Candra.  Something that is dangerous, carrying much<i>power</i>with it."  Adolph didn't even look back over his shoulder at her, and she became concerned.  This was not a simple meeting of the pack, and it was not even a full moon.  Blue eyes darted up to see the half-moon becoming more obscured by clouds heavy with rain.  If the pack was to do anything tonight, they would have to arrive in force.  She sped up her pace, hurrying behind him down the alley and crossing several streets before arriving at the warehouse.<br/><br/>Adolph opened the door and ushered her inside, and Candra was quick to note that already there were several others there, perhaps four, including Argharna himself.