PROLOGUE - The Story of the Shadow Wolf

And so the legend goes… (sometime around 5000 years ago)

She walks alone, tiptoeing around the edge of the fire, afraid to be burned, but also afraid of the cold. Round and round and round she goes, pacing madly until she breaks into a run. There he is- he has come. He follows her wide circle but keeps to the darkness, a shadowy form no-one else can see.

They both run around the fire, their heavy breathing matching perfectly. In the corner of her eyes, she sees his amber eyes fixed on her. She is his mistress, his benefactor, his all.

One in darkness, one in light- they are parallel predators and friends of the night. Circling the fire they become as one. Not close enough to touch, but close enough to see and smell each other and feel each other’s presence…

Suddenly, the shadow jumps into the circle, knocking the girl down. The others around the fire look up in concern- why has she fallen to the ground?

They see nothing untoward: no shadow or wolf in sight. Instead, the girl stands up, a wicked smile in the darkness, that instils fright.