Third-person narrative.
The moon cast its light on the floor beneath his feet. Asides from the regular hooting of an owl not so far away, and the choir of night insects, Felix was pretty convinced he was the only one around here.
And he did hope he was.
The border before the Nightwind pack wasn't exactly obvious. Asides from an old wooden gate that stood in the middle of the woods, there wasn't much to brag of.
Which was exactly what they'd want people to think.
Felix watched the dirt track which he'd used. Not so far away, he could see his parked car parked at the side of the road.
A squeaking bird flew high across, forcing his eyes above him. Every little sound makes him flinch. He wasn't even sure what he was scared of anymore.
Until the sound of dried leaves under a pair of fe
