One Hundred-Eighty-Seven

I strip as soon as I reach the treeline, shift and go for a run. Morpheus is still resting, so this is all me and it feels good. It feels free… I am playing, swapping between chasing a rabbit and a squirrel. I then sense the presence of something slightly larger and go on the hunt, but still with no intention of actually killing it.

I am taken a little by surprise by the sound of her soft voice in my head and nearly lose my footing as I jump over a downed tree and skid to a stop as I land..

"Zachariah?"

It has been a little while since we actually talked. Wondering what's happened to make her contact me, I ask,

"Yasmine... What's wrong?"

"I just met my mother. She told me that my father was killed trying to protect her from a group of hunters..."

I breathe a sigh of relief when she tells me that. I had a feeling that there was more to her mother's story than what she was being told and the only one that could tell her was her mother. I just wish that I could have introduced th