"Phoebe, Phoebe! Are you alright?"

"We heard you screaming!"

"Demon?... Warlock?..."

"I'm Alright guys… girls… sister things… just stop yelling ok?"

"What was it?"

Phoebe Halliwell sat on the side of her bed holding an ice pack to her temple. Prudence Piper and Page all stood at the door glaring at her in concern.

"I had a premonition… there was a girl she was being attacked by something horrible."

"That's it?"

"She was… umm there was a monster with claws… it was big, horrid looking but it was in the dark, she was in the closet somewhere… wait there was another one and I think there's more than one victim."

"Any Idea where?" said Page as she sat down on the bed next to her sister.

"No… " replied Phoebe "But I think… I think this is something that's already happened, I don't know how I can tell, I just can…"

"So then what's the point of the Premonition?" Asked Prue leaning against the doorway looking skeptical as ever.

Piper gave her a look and went to sit on Phoebe's other side.

"The point." Said Phoebe "Is to stop this from happening again… because I think it will, if we don't."

"So how do we get the details?"

"I have to go to work" started Prue "But I can listen to the News and check out the web to see if there have been any killings thatwent public."

"Good." Phoebe stood up. "Look for anything about anything involving more than one girl… I think that's part of the MO." she turned"Piper, you check the book of shadows. Page you do some general scrying spells."

"What will you do?" asked Page never liking to be bossed by the former youngest sister.

"I'm going to check the astral plane."

The wolves all sat in a circle. A private ground near Muir Woods just north of San Francisco.

Together they meditated. There were only five, but there would be more soon.

Oz's eyes were closed and he was listening. Something new had happened, they all felt it, it was just a matter of figuring out what.

Being a Werewolf had turned out to be more interesting than anyone in the pack had first expected. Ancient shamanic rights and rituals responded to the atunement between man and animal that their condition allowed. Much was possible with the right training, as the five were only beginning to discover.

At first it had just been about controlling the wolf nature, but now it started to become a matter of harmonizing with it, allowing it to manifest naturally and not just within the confines of an ancient curse. When in perfect unity the pack could ascend to all forms of themselves, from purely human to purely wolf… to the instinct driven hybrid that forced it's way forward on the three nights of the full moon.

Oz had a theory about why the Werewolf hunted humans. It wasn't a purely predetorial hunt… the wolf, when manifested, could still feel the human nature beneath and got vindictive about it. Being forced below was the reason the wolf could find no peace on the few days it surfaced. That was the reason for the occasional ritual ingestion of a human heart.

So far the theory had held up. When the wolf was allowed equal expression throughout the month... when one could reach in and communicate with it… the full moon became a time of peace, a time of release. No longer was he controlled by the repressed instincts… rather, he let his other nature take it's course… although occasionally the pack still hunted dear or rabbits or other animals in the woods when they were hungry… it was nice to not fear the bloodshead.

Just then Jessica screamed. She rolled over on her side and started twitching… Oz and the rest of the pack jumped up and ran to her side.

Jessica was one of the more sensitive members of the pack. Her mother had bitten her some months ago before being shot by a Werewolf hunter. Jessica joined the pack as an orphan, sad and lonely, she and Oz had hit it off right away. She liked that he wasn't too aggressive… lately they had been dating and she had started to come out of her shell a little more. She still hadn't engaged in the full moon orgies, but everyone took a little while getting over their human repressions. Her sensitivity however allowed her to progress in the shamanic rights much faster than any of the others, she was more in tune, and in touch with her wolf form, and the world around her.

"Jessica… Jess… what is it!"

"C'mon your going to be ok…"

She had stopped twitching and was just lying there staring at nothing.

After a while she spoke.

"Didn't you feel it?..."

A lot of puzzled looks answered her.

"Th-the earth… the sky… ripped open… and I felt them come in…"

"Felt what Jess?" asked Oz… running a had through her blond hair.

"Little stars… little clouds of burning hot light… all looking for their shells… all sharing… all singing… such a sad song…"

Oz looked at the others. No one knew what to say.