Pausing, Riannon observed as Roxanne and Harper walked out of the house and searched for her. She remembered that scene well. It was as if she wanted to help them herself because, since she had no desire to see anyone, she had wandered into the woods alone. Everything was too much for her; the people who sneered at her, the people who offered their sympathy and pity. It was a horrible night on so many levels. She had walked deep into the forest and considered going to her favourite site, The Silver Lake, when she was attacked.
Riannon saw Harper shift into her wolf form after she had been encouraged by Roxy once again. She hadn’t bothered trying to listen to what the fox was saying. Did it really matter? What mattered was that in the light provided by the full moon, Harper’s wolf indeed l
