Brigid looks toward the town and out over the waves. Not good. The night is the inky blackness that can only be found outside of cities and deep in the woods. She’s not sure what to do about it. Her own eyes will be fine – wolves can see in the dark – but there are many in town who don’t have such advantages.  

The rock she’s sitting on is still warm from the day. It’s a nice change from the chill breeze that kicks up every once in a while. The voice startles her. She doesn’t hear a heartbeat, or breathing. What’s going on?  

Alphas can hide their scent; can they also hide their hearts?  

"Um, no thank you. I’m quite safe enough.” Werewolves don’t have trouble with the dark. “Do you need help back to the town? I wouldn’t mind walking you if you do.” She stands up. “I’m Brigid.”