A quiet cry leaves Moon's lips when he bites down, and she reaches out with that part of her that is intangible, the power that makes her her. She can feel the beast -- just as she could with the others -- and it's almost as if she pets him, her eyes bright as she stares into Jason's wolf-green eyes.

"You like my sounds?" she asks, soothing the wolf back down, gentling him. "This is very different than the other times. I like it."