PROLOGUE
Isaac felt the fur ripping its way out of his skin; he felt the burning of his eyes, changing from a crystal blue, to a bright, glowing, feral yellow.
He could see everything. He noticed the vivid greens and browns of the forest; the tall trees which sheltered him from the dull, white glow of the moon. The erratic spots of grass, laying around in random places around the small clearing he was standing in.
He could hear every little creature, scuttering away; obviously going by their instincts, which were probably screaming 'leave!'.
He could see and hear everything.
Except for Scott.