CHAPTER 23 A woman as wild as a boar.

As Xavier followed the trail of scent, his mind racing with the thought of Elodia, the world around him seemed to close in, the shadows growing deeper as they formed numerous shapes and became darker. The air even felt heavy, charged with energy. "What is she doing in a Werewolf territory?" Xavier asked himself. If other wolves perceived her smell, she would be in danger. Everything suddenly became quiet, the sound of animals all but gone, even the shadow seemed to have run away. Total still darkness and quiet. A snap of a branch made Xavier turn, eyes flashing bright blue and his fangs ready. What he saw, he could never have imagined. And then, He saw her; Elodia………. Elodia was standing in a clearing surrounded by glowing grasses, her back to him. But she was not the same as he remembered. Her black long hair was wild and unkempt, her posture feral. And her skin though covered in dirt, seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, as if it were covered in a thousand tiny diamonds. Xavie