As the full moon finally waned to the last glimmer of light, Lyra knew her time was up. She had felt the transformation coming over her a few hours earlier, the prickling of her skin and the itching of her fur. Now, she felt the wolf recede inside of her, leaving only a tired and disorientered Lyra. As she stood up, her body aching from the transformation; the moon's final beams cast eerie shadows about her. She stretched and flexed her fingers, allowing her body to return to its human state.