As soon as they were in the alleyway, enough time had elapsed. Connecting a line to the flower, she drew a vine that lashed against her hand, drawing her onto the blossom, which was a platform. A few small drops of blood fell onto the petals, but it was no trouble. Minor wounds were not utmost priority.

In a split-second, flash of light, the woman vanished, replaced by a large white wolf, a string of beads swirling about its neck.