The sky was orange and pink and purple. White highlighted clouds floated across the sky. Waves lapped across the sand in the distance. I started jogging across the sand, which turned wet. I pranced about. I frisked right into the water. Round ripples appeared where the water splashed. I ran everywhere. And I looked up. The sky had turned a bruise purple. I stared as the moon came up over the ocean, sending it's silvery light skittering across the waves. I slowly backed out of the water. When Kizzy runs into the woods, she is attacked by a blue eyed wolf that craves her blood. 'I stared into it's silvery-blue eyes. They weren't just silver, dull as blue eyes or green eyes, but like a sheet of pure silver for an iris, painted with watercolor blues to have it's moonish glow.' When her sister finds her, she too is mauled. When they wake up though, they find themselves in a new world of nightime excurions and mysterius wolves. Not to mention being afraid of the moon and turning into a werewolf. Lizzy and Kizzy are about to get thrown into the adventure of their lives.