(Amaia)
The afternoon is transitioning into evening as I enter the forest. I have skipped Saiph's session.
My dagger is strapped to my leg, just in case, although this part of the forest has been cleared and deemed free for us to wander into. Most of us are werewolf hybrids, we need a safe place to transform and go for night runs.
Where are you, Alnilam?
My feet rapidly move over the fallen leaves of the trees. Autumn is upon us, decorating the forest floor with orange-brown hues.
The breaking of a twig in the distance catches my attention and my eyes swivel in that direction. My chest heaves from how fast my heart is beating.
A flash of something white I catch before it disappears in a flash.
"Alnilam!" I call out, a bit loudly. My feet carry me in the direction of where I saw the disappearing white creature.
Could it be his wolf?
Is his wolf white?
Hardly have I moved a few steps when something effortlessly lands in front of me, making me suddenly halt.
