Prologue
"run little one.... save your life. Head straight for your home" he screams on the top of his baritone voice. Fighting the hunter with his bare hands, at least that's what I can make out with my burning eyes as they are newly formed and the burn is unbearable. I can hardly see anything clearly only silhouettes of 2 men fighting.
My heart is pounding wildly in my chest, every muscle of my body is shivering, the dart just missed me by an inch hadn't it been for my saviour's quick action, I would have been captured.
I can barely stand on my newly formed fours, my femur is too weak to carry the weight of my wolf body but I have to run seems like that is the only option left to save my life.
mustering all my courage in my limping limbs, I drag my wolf body hurriedly towards the edge of the shifter's woods. The fighting grunts sounds have faded a bit. I turn one last time just to have a look at my saviour's face, a memory to cherish and a face to worship.... but nothing. The patch is empty but I can see bushes rustling. But no sign of him.... sadness takes over my weak heart and I continue walking weakly towards my home..... holding his pendant tightly in my mouth...
One day we will meet. One day I will be with you - 'my moon'...
