Vashati sat at the peak of a pine tree. The warmth and cold collided as the autumn breeze blew her wheat-colored curls from her pouting face. With her chin placed atop her knee, her gaze remained fixated on the hut a couple of arms-length below her. "Is he still grumpy?"

　　After Vashati dropped the awful truth about their connection, the alpha werewolf practically pushed her out of her home! The skies had long welcomed the dawn already. Anytime now, Remus and Dandelion would come for her, so she must intercept them before they went straight to the werewolf's den.

　　A bleat snapped Vashati from her reverie. Ears twitching and wings...