<em>He felt like howling to the full moon in the chill autumn hair. Howling his pain, his rage, his loneliness. She had been taken from him. A sweet girl, of fae-blood... one of the few druidesses left, one able to be at ease with both his sides, human and wolf, understanding and loving both, a feat that in all his long years, he had encountered in perhaps a handful of individuals.<br/><br/>But she had been taken away from him, brutally, savagely... and with a sadistic glee. The blood, the way she had been torn apart... he could tell. It had been no mere predator. A predator would have killed and eaten her. This one had toyed with her... bullied and terrified her. Torn her, broken her, perhaps raped her, perhaps even eaten her, though not enough to let her die... let her bleed. Then, likely after hours of begging for death, it granted her that release.<br/><br/>Whatever it was... it would pay. He wasn't the type to enjoy violence. He had progressed past that more... juvenile state long ago. So long ago, in fact, that his memory of that time had faded quite considerably. Still, his skills were as sharp as ever... With her at his side, the horrors they had faced... Silent, secret defenders of the humans, and even the greater supernatural community. And he intended to put everything in him into finding the monster...<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Meanwhile, said "monster" watched Inira from outside, lying in wait, wondering if she could figure it out. Whether she would think he had broken in... or whether she'd realize it as a ploy. Either way, it would be interesting to watch how she reacted. He could bide his time, wait for his other half to arrive... and then play them against each other. After all, he had researched his target. Parents murdered by their kind? She wouldn't think twice about the difference between them. After all, they were nearly identical...</em>