<span style="font-style: italic">Adeline had been sitting against a cool, mossy tree deep in the forest beside Grandma's house when she had heard the soft sound.  She had looked up from her book slowly - she was not usually scared of the sounds of the forest - and right into the face of a wolf.  Her eyes, the same colour as the plants around her, had widened, but she had kept very quiet and still.  She had been startled, but not at all frightened.</span>Could it be?<span style="font-style: italic">She had almost lost hope. She was fifteen and had never felt a connection to a wolf.  She had thought she was more than late bloomer, that she would never love a one. But there he was, settling down at her feet.</span>Requiem,<span style="font-style: italic">she thought and smiled. You are Requiem, and we... we are together now</span><br/><br/>A month later, Adeline was back in the forest. She leaned against Requiem instead of a tree now, and happily ran her fingers through his dark chocolate and cream hair, eyes racing across the pages of<span style="font-style: italic">Jane Eyre</span>.  Then, the wind seemed to blow the wrong way, in opposite directions at once, and Requiem's ears perked.  Something was going on.  Adeline swiftly gathered her things then began to run through the woods, Requiem following silently beside her.  They probably knew already, but everyone should be gathered.