The mansion was silent, save for the erratic thud of a small heart pounding violently against the ribs of a twelve-year-old Alpha, Sorin Aldric. The weight of his instincts was pulling him from the edges of childhood into the brutal world of true-blood Alphas.Sorin's entire body was taut with rage and desperation. His usually playful and innocent nature had been overshadowed by a force far beyond his years.The moon, full and bright, hung low in the night sky, but it wasn't the moon who he was trying to hold, it wasn't the moon he was desiring, it wasn't the moon