Aveline, the youngest daughter of the Von Heim main family, darted through the night with a speed that could not be explained by human standards.
Her feet barely touched the ground as she moved, her body a blur in the moonlight.
Her night vision cut through the dark, and her ears twitched, attuned to every sound in the woods.
Sneaking out to the woods wasn't something new to her, it had become a regular ritual.
Suddenly, a rustle in the leaves caught her attention. A squirrel. Small game, but enough to satisfy the thrill of the hunt.
She didn't plan in eating it.
Her wild, feral eyes flicked to the side, and she lunged, hoping to catch it in one swift motion.
But the squirrel was fast, too fast. It dodged nimbly to the side, its tiny paws circling around a nearby tree.
Predictable, Aveline thought, grinning as she moved to intercept its line of escape.
Then, just as she closed the distance, the squirrel abruptly changed directions.
'What the?'
