Chapter Thirteen: Katya

I enjoyed the silence that the night held. As a child, it would scare me, but as an adult, nothing in this darkness scared me. I could smell the rancid smell that the forbidden left behind. It smelt of sewer and death. This particular forbidden had been spotted by the night patrol for two days in a row, while it didn’t attack it sat and watched. It waited. This for a forbidden was odd, to say the least. Forbidden normally, so desperate in their need to return to their pack rushed most fences, and pack members. No one could figure out what they hoped to gain with re-entering, but it was something that was done over and over again. Until now.

I felt eyes on me. I couldn’t pinpoint where exactly the eyes were at the moment, but they were there watching. This was different.

I stood, dusting my jeans off; entering the field. “Come, brother or sister, let us reminisce, and enjoy some food and laughter,” I said, stopping and turning myself in a circle. I had never spoken to lure a forbidde