Part 1

The moon hung heavy and low in the night sky, its pale light filtering through the dense canopy of leaves. Gavrielle moved with feline grace through the shadows, her boots crunching the forest floor as she stalked her prey. The air was thick with the musk of earth and the metallic tang of blood. Her heart pounded with primal excitement, adrenaline coursing through her veins. It had been weeks since she last encountered a werewolf, but the hunt had not dimmed her edge.

Suddenly, a ...