Beneath the Full Moon

ifted through the trees. He didn't mind; the forest was his home, and the wild things never scared him.

r golden hair was tousled from her walk, her dress long and flowing, the perfect picture of innocence. Igwe had

ly. His voice was deep, but soft, as though he wasn

rld seemed to stop. The wind rustled the leaves above them,

and gentle. "I was exploring, and I lost track o

offered a small, awkward smi

rough the woods like this.""No," Igwe said quickly, "It's just that... it's easy to lose track of time here. The fo

ve," he said. "I've always felt a connection to it, like t

ars above. Igwe was surprised by how easy it felt to talk to her. His quiet nature u

rustling in the bushes. Before he could react, a massive, injured wolf emerged, its

amed, stepping

slowly, trying to calm the creature. It wasn't a normal wolf, he realized. T

the beginni