The cold night breeze drifted over Rebecca’s bare skin as she returned to her humanskin from her coyotebody. Owls hooted at the full moon and bats swooped overhead. She heard her lover racing through the underbrush. Rebecca smiled.
Moureen appeared out of the foliage in her fox form. Her eyes glinted yellow in the moonlight. Growing up and out with the ease of long practice, Moureen became a human redhead clad in only a saucy smile. She caressed Rebecca’s cheek then kissed her softly. “I found you.”
Every month, they played the same game despite the risks. No ancient feud between their clans could stop them. They had to play it through to the end.