First and Second chances
S. de Bomchasing his scentless mate
The restlessness stayed, somewhere behind her, like a breath watching us — but now there was no fear, only speed.
Luna ran until the city centre was behind her, until only the rhythm of her breathing and the whisper of the wind remained. Only then, when we were nearly at our street, did we hear him. A low howl, deep and resonant, rolling through the night. It wasn’t a warning, nor a threat — on the contrary, it immediately reassured us. Helios.