The autumn breeze carried the first chill of winter, and Eagene had already warned her that the seasons were less gentle in the werewolf territories. Alyssa pulled her dark cloak closer to her body and settled the hood further forward. It would not do for anyone to recognize her and explaining her presence on the moor in the middle of the night might prove quite tricky.
A shadow moved near the verge, detaching itself from a small grove of trees. Fear spiked Alyssa’s veins with adrenaline, and she reached instinctively for the ornate dagger concealed beneath her cloak.
“I did not reckon you had the gumption to come out here alone or the skill to elude your guards.” Eagene’s amused dulcet tones brought relief. She had no idea why she was so jumpy; the area around the castle was safe, and
