The wolf's howl pierced the night again, this time closer and more resonant; a little different from the first howl she heard.
Jessamyn got out of bed and walked to the window. The moon cast a silver glow over the landscape, illuminating the distant trees and casting long shadows across the garden. The air was crisp, and she breathed it in deeply.
Is it him?
The forest seemed to beckon her, the shadows dancing in the moonlight like ghostly figures. The cold breeze carried the scent of pine and earth, wrapping around her like an invitation.
She observed closely at the distant row of trees. There was something standing there, glowing and majestic.
Without thinking, Jessamyn swung one leg over the windowsill, then the other, and dropped down into the garden below. The grass was cool and damp beneath her bare feet, grounding her as she stood for a moment, breathing in the night air.
