STILL OF THE NIGHT
It was Midnight, officially Halloween, or as Victory called it Samhain. The day when the veil between the spirit world and humans was at its thinnest. Victory was in the cemetery where ghosts of the ancestors fueled Her magic. The moon was bright with guiding light, providing the perfect atmosphere for Her ritual. Victory spread a blanket on the cool ground and sat cross-legged to commune with the spirits. She took a crystal ball from Her bag and began a Divination spell. Victory looked for a portent of Her future as She listened to the whispers in the wind. As She gazed into the sphere, Victory saw a form taking shape in the shadows. There was a man with long dark hair and amber eyes. He was walking his dog, no, not a dog but a wolf; both of them calm and serene in the wee hours of the night. Victory knew that he was in Her future so she was not surprised when She spotted the tall man as he entered the cemetery, on foot. His great beast padded along beside him with ears perked, ...