POV ALFRED There is no enemy that gives us more fear to face than the one that holds our heart as if it were an ant that could be crushed with a force that I never imagined words could have. To that enemy in question, it makes no difference that my strong arms are fighting against the tissue of my traditional suit, and it takes a little more effort on my part for me to fit inside it. There are also colored feathers between my straight hairs that go down to my shoulder, but even they don't guarantee me all the luck I need for this night. " My son is the most beautiful warrior of all. " My mother compliments me as I arrive. I almost didn't notice her presence, my thoughts tend to block my other senses when I'm thinking about Akira. That's what moonlight does to the wolf in us, it plays with our emotions just as it does to the tide and to the reflections of a river. And again I forget that my mother is still standing behind me, waiting for a response from her son. "Thank you, Mom!"

POV AKIRA SELENA After Alfred and I left the party, the chanting began along with the sound of the drum. It is another important moment of our festival, a prayer to nature. And in Skyfall, prayer doesn't mean fear, and even less is it the affliction of yearning for a solution to your fears. It means a sincere gratitude for what you have, and not much questioning about what tomorrow's fate will be, because whatever comes, whether good times or storms, both are seen as a strong wind that the branches of the tree-of-life will have to endure, just as we will endure our choices. And nature, in turn, listens to us and is moved, offering a song through the movement of all things, from the green leaves or those falling to the ground, the animals that make the night their best part of the day, and in the blink of an eye, everything harmonizes into one more melody that replaces that of the drum and the voices that are left behind. " Do you feel that, Alfred?" I ask, hoping I'm not the only on

POV RICHARD How stupid of me to think it was possible to follow a wolf. As soon as the animal escaped into the forest, I saw nothing more. However, fate does not always conspire in my favor. For, the moonlight that circles the sky, illuminates well the possible roads to follow. And although I am not an expert in the animal world, I know how to recognize the footprints of a wolf. In this case, there are several footprints left in the downed earth that makes the ground an excellent map to follow, not only of one wolf, but of several of them. The fear of encountering a pack is immense, but the fear of returning home without having achieved a single breakthrough in my relationship with Selena. My incompetence would turn Mr. Rockefeller into a much worse lion who would not think twice about throwing me to the wolves with his bare hands. Luckily for me, the sound of the drum becomes more audible, and combining it with the fresh tracks that I believe are from the animal I saw a few minut

POV Alfred The night before I return to the center of our small town, where hours earlier I was dancing with Akira. It is not my will to think of her, but that is unlikely to happen when I look at the fire or approach old father and old mother in their wolf forms and they stare at me waiting for me to understand their concerns spoken in a whirlwind of not only my emotions, but of everyone communicating telepathically preparing for the night walk led by the guardians and behind the Alpha warrior I have become. My happiness was supposed to be immense and sink any other feelings that insist on making this night bitter. But, it is not possible when anger and love predominate as the two greatest feelings that divide me into the Alfred of the past who wants to return and search for Akira, and the Alfred of the present whose priority is his wolf pack that awaits him to be led. "Alfred!" My friend's voice resonates in my thoughts, surely to speak of Richard, just as the old mother and fat

POV AKIRAMoments before I said goodbye to Richard..."You don't have to take me, I know the way, Alfred! I let go of my arm from his strong hand and pull out my things that are wrapped in the sheet from his possession.I was already in the habit of walking and leaving him behind due to many emotions, starting with anger at his idiocies and provocations, however, at this time it is simply due to the disappointment and shame overflowing in me.I have never denied that my greatest dream would be to leave Skyfall, but to be rejected by mine is unquestionable confirmation that I have always been the ugly duckling who didn't fit into Swan Lake. I snort in dismay, hoping I have learned the lesson that when we are not the ones choosing, it is life doing it somehow...."It's Richard's Car!" I speak perplexed as I disconnect from my emotions and face his new toy that is wrecked while wondering what might have happened to Richard."He's fine, don't worry. They'll live happily ever after!" Alf