Prolog

The long howl in the middle of the night woke her up. Damn. It was late and she was tired but she knew he needed her. Quickly, she got dressed and grabbed her bag from the floor. As quietly as she possibly could, she walked downstairs. She was nervous. She knew what had to be done. She opened the front door and silently cursed the qreeck that it made.
The cold wind blew in her face. It wasn’t th slight breeze anymore like yesterday. The storm was coming closer and closer and she could almost see the pitch black clouds on the horizon even though it was dark outside.
She turned right into an alley. It was only lit by one lantern hanging about 5 feet above her. At the end she saw the siloutte of a large wolf. For a moment, her anxiety kicked in but she knew it was him. She started running. Her soft boots barely making a sound on the cobble.
After what seemed like forever she reached the figure. Silently they walked towards the end of the alley, desolving in the darkness.