I stand panting at the outskirts of the forrest. I know I won’t have long to savor the taste of the fresh air in my lungs until the oafs start sniffing me out. The mere thought of being under the gaze of them longer makes my lips curl involuntarily. Sighing, I cover my eyes to the setting sun and wish I would have been wearing something on my feet before shifting out and away. I had hoped to see my dark lady, Kirra, but not yet.

It doesn’t take long and the sun has set completely. A few stars can be seen as I walk tenderly over the dry, brown long grasses of the autumn. My long hair is tangled as the wind picks up a bit with a chilly bite of its own. It smells like rain. I hear a twig break, instinctively I drop down. A powerful hand comes down on the back of my head taking with it a handful of my hair. I snarl right before I become airborne, my back is smashed up against a tree knocking the wind from my body. I am being held by my neck above the ground. I come nose to wet nose with one of my guardians.

”Listen here bitch,” Perth begins in Lycan, “You are not wanted here nor any of your dirty, bush sneaking Silures that have been the scourge of these lands.” I do not fight him as the bestial glaze takes over my eyes while my arms are holding onto his. He uses his free arm to purloin a caress and leans in close to my ear still speaking in Lycan, “Now you’re the only Silure left in camp…and when your other friend comes she’ll be the last Silure to be on my clan’s land…” TBC