#34 Skycharts and Stargazing

Aldrich

In my wolf form, all my senses are hyper acute. Needless to say, Princess Avalea's caress was pure torture. I must tell her, or better still, show her just how her little touches make me feel.

I feel her hand on my neck as we step out of the hut cautiously.

We come to a standstill right outside the door, listening. From the rustling of leaves, the snapping of twigs, the growls and the howls in the distance, I'm able to discern with a reasonable certainty that there are at least ten Werewolves within a five-mile radius, but they're all quite far from the hut.

However, to get to the hillock, we will be passing pretty close to at least two of them.

I wait while Ava closes her eyes and mutters a strange-sounding incantation under her breath. I feel something incredibly soft and light wrap around us. It feels as if I'm looking at the world through a thin veil. It doesn't hamper my vision in any manner. It just feels… different.

"We'll walk to the very edge of the perimeter of