A flash of white through the trees triggered the chase. The color was easily visible for the glow of the full moon almost pregnant with possibilities. Whether it was her
intention or a pure slip of fate that the pale cloth she donned this night against her dark skin flickered across his vision he did not know; his instincts simply told follow and he obeyed.
Both knew these woods well. It was the place of their birth, their home and caretaker, and would almost certainly be their graves. Both creatures of the night, given powers by the mother moon above them and her sister night to shroud and
protect them. A daughter of nature wholly and purely, flitting through the old trees like the Sidhe that inhabited this forest; she was an anomaly of all wild energies rolled into one, and very difficult to catch let alone spot. Her watcher, an excellent hunter and tracker, was the son of the wolf, taking the shape on many a