Lucy gasped as a large white wolf slowly stepped out of the trees. Silence filled the air as every bird stopped chirping. The sunlight hit its fur and she could see glints of lilac and azure. As it walked, muscles rippled like silk and she felt a chill of fear down her back. She wouldn’t be able to outrun this creature.
Would she need to? Could this really be Helena? It was exactly as she had described her wolf to her. How would she know if it were her?
Her breath slowed as the wolf got closer up the hill. Was this going to be her last day on earth?
Wolves weren’t native to Wales, so it had to be Helena, but that meant that everything she had just told her, all those stories about wolves, rogues, mates, moon goddesses, and high councils, would all be true. That also meant that Helena
