Shadowwyn Moor clan

enraged by her tactics, shardul crashed down from the tree with little feline grace but a heart filled with murderous vengeance. he would not speak again -- he would not chase her -- but he lunged now to wrap silver jaws around the tan of her idiotic throat. the blood did not lie, and shardul would not hesitate to spill that which belonged to a member of his own kind. he poised himself to pivot and follow if she darted aside -- his fight with the hollow wolf had taught him well.