A shadowy figure glided through the inky darkness, it was a fleeting silhouette dancing from rooftop to rooftop with an effortless grace that defied their surroundings.
Their movements were fluid, untached by their haste, they were quick and silent, and they were clearly a master of stealth under the cloak of night.
If one were to look closely, it would be clear that the individual possessed the distinctive features of a woman.
her waist was gently narrow, which was accentuated by her shirt that clung to her like a second skin, showing it in all its glory. Her hips were sculpted perfectly like her maker had shaped it with patience, full and generous. Her thighs brushed like petals as she moved as she moved.
She was made not for perfection but for poetry.
Make no mistake, in no way was she an ordinary woman.
Her back was arched with grace, her shoulders were square like that of a soldiers', yet softened by her natural curves.
Her narrow waist was cut clean- not delicate, but firm from years of movement. Her perfectly curved hips were steady, clearly she was not a woman that could be shaken easily.
Her thighs carried a silent strength of one who could carry the heaviest of loads.
She had seen battle before that was one thing that was clear from not just her movement but also her unique build
Dressed in a form-fitting ensemble, she wore black stockings and a snug shirt that hugged her curves, rendering her nearly invisible against the night.
With agility, she leapt between two buildings, using her hands and feet to navigate the narrow alleyway, a true acrobat of the ages. Hearing noises, she dived into a narrow alley.
Echoes of hurried footsteps reverberated through the deserted city streets, a merge of rhythmic pounding of human feet with the sharp patter of canine paws.
The wolves howled, their voices melding into a haunting chorus, as they communicated a hidden message through the night.
A formidable group halted at the mouth of an alley, led by a figure who radiated an otherworldly presence. His striking features were chiselled to perfection: a strong jawline and bow-shaped lips that seemed to be carved from marble.
Towering at seven feet, he boasted a powerful presence. his physique commanded attention. His silver hair, shimmering under the pale moonlight, making him an even more amazing sight to behold.
His expression was one of deep displeasure, his perfect lips dipped in a frown. As he absorbed information via a mind link—a telepathic network that connected the members of his pack— his expression darkened further.
One of the wolves of the four in his company shifted, transforming seamlessly into his human form.
His hgold hair shimmered under the moon light as he stood there fully exposed in his birthday suit. He turned addressed the towering figure with a tone of urgency.
"Alpha," he stated, his voice firm, the intensity of the silver-haired leader's glare made him instinctively shudder. He hesitated slightly doubting himself before firmly meeting his Alfa's gaze.
Despite his fear he opted to convey critical information they all heard through their mental connection.
"Rogue movement has been detected on our eastern border," he stated, trying to cement the importance of the news they had just received. It worked as the Alfa's gaze faltered slightly.
With a final inhale, the alpha took in the scents of the night before his shoulders slumped. The realization hit him hard. Their pursuit of the intruder had hit a dead end.
He dismissed his pack mates with a wave, sending them darting toward the eastern border, obedient to his command.
But he lingered at the entrance of the alley, an instinct nagging at him, there was something there. He gazed into it but despite his night vision he couldn't see a thing. He shook his head slightly before he suddenly bolted in the same direction as his companions.
Unbeknownst to him, a small figure lay hidden among the shadows of the alley, parched at the top using her hands and feet as levers to keep her afloat in the narrow alley—her emerald green eyes now flickering with a striking blue luminescence.
A low growl rumbled from her lips as she whispered the word 'mate' beneath her breath, her form tensed.
With one swift movement she landed perfectly on the ground. She cautiously studied her surroundings before she sprinted in the opposite direction.
Her movements were like a blur as she moved at an inhuman speed, completely blending into the night. She put as much distance from her pursuers as she could. She couldn't afford getting caught.
She didn't rest until she arrived home and collapsed in her bed.