The black moon pack She ran as fast as she could with her little feet, lifting her dress for herself to run a little bit faster to the playing ground which was a little bit close to a small beach where she was sure her best friend Christabel was. Finally, she was let out after desperately begging her mother Luna Rachel of the black moon pack who insisted on her to be locked up like a little princess she was inside her castle, now finally she was let out. Soft breeze hit her delicate skin as she ran, her hair was tied up in a cute ponytail. she couldn't transform into her wolf yet not until she was sixteen so her feet could only carry her for a short distance. "Christabel, Christabel." Little Emera called out in a soft voice catching her breath after the long run not that it was that far but for a seven years old girl it was, she was breathing hard, she would be able to run for a long distance once she had her wolf.