[open] Good Ol' Days

[breach]

BREACH

Not many enter into Hyaline these days without Breach finding them first.

Or, rather, someone in the pack.

His scent, however, is unfamiliar, and she finds that it instantly puts her on edge. Sets her teeth on edge. She shifts into a wolf this time—a rangy body with sharp teeth and narrow paws. The canine is different than her preferred feline, but she doesn’t reject it entirely, knowing that one of her mother’s dearest friends was one. And Daye had been the one to teach her mother to hunt so there must be some use to it.

Her tongue lolls slightly to the side of her mouth as she approaches the forlorn stallion, but her cunning eyes are sharp, and when her lips peel back over the canines, there is nothing friendly about her face.

“Strangers are meat for the hunting games,” she growls as she approaches, hackles rising slowly.

A pause, considering him.

“That is, unless you are a shifter.”

She sniffs, wondering if perhaps she had simply missed the scent of it.

“So, are you? Or have you simply come to fill my belly?”

I want to swim until we both begin to feel the weightlessness sink in