Chapter NineMonica glided through the woods, a white streak of grace and speed. Her snow leopard self leaped from branch to tree, over rocks and streams, and through piles of leaves without disturbing neither birds nor mice. Finding Kirk was her focus. Her sensitive nose, combined with exceptional eyesight, let her follow his trail through the woods even as the sky turned from black, to gray, to pink.
Sounds drifted in the air that didn’t belong in the forest. She held up. Her nose could tell her that the scents were fresh, but not how close. Now though, she could hear someone talking. She froze. The people weren’t too far ahead of her. She needed to see them before she attacked. The trees faded to her right and grew stronger to her left. She followed the thicker bushes and trees. After a
