First and Second chances
S. de Bomchasing his scentless mate
Helios revelled in the freedom, bounding after rabbits with the energy of a pup.
Then, all at once, he stopped mid-stride. I froze with him, confusion flickering—until I caught the scent too. Eris. If we could smell her, then she could smell us, and the last thing we wanted right now was an encounter with her and Jessica. Helios bolted towards home, trying to outpace the situation. For a fleeting moment, I thought we might have been quick enough—until someone slammed into us with full force. Eris struck our chest with her paw, and I snapped my gaze to her. Her eyes were pine green, her coat glowing almost as red as Jessica’s hair in the sunlight. It was immediately clear that Jessica hadn’t