As the duo returned from their expedition into the theme park, they came upon a forest, the same forest with which they had come that morning. Within the forest was a clearing, accompanied by the filthy lake Kate had attempted to use as a water source earlier in the day.

The mood of the lake had taken quite the shift, for the light of the moon managed to sneak into the clearing, illuminating the lake with a radiance which caused the water to glow, as if kissed by an angel. The trash which had once given the body of water the appearance of a wasteland, now gave the lake the aesthetics to resound with a beauty possessed of only the most magnificent of objects. The glorious white streaks of light bounced from destitute object, to the next, not once considering the object beneath any inferior than the object, far away, which it had originated.

The lunar rays bounded from the lake, streaking towards the surrounding forest with the intention of eliminating the darkness which had consumed the forest for hours. The light shone from tree to tree, stopping only to rest upon the bobbing head of a nervous, and conflicted wolf.

I feel betrayal. My heart remains decimated, yet I cannot shake this nagging sense that perhaps Garth's cheating only led to something I'd been missing all this time.

It began months after our marriage. I'd barely adjusted to life with a new family, when Garth began to change. The strong and caring Garth began to dissipate, and in its place came a cold, resentful and desolate wolf. Garth stopped taking me on romantic ventures, stopped treating me to corny romantics, and began treating me like a maid. I was simply around to ensure his den was clean by the time he'd figured he'd sleep. I was nothing.

And I was okay with it. My life seemed to revolve around Garth, and I began to disappear from life altogether. The memories I had made sufficed in giving me something to live for, and I no longer sought anything more than seeing Garth happily by my side. I just didn't realize it wasn't me making him happy.

But to be honest, it wasn't him making me happy either. My life was hollow for years, until I came upon Vincent. That day at the feeding grounds changed my life. I had gone from a housewife, to a friend. Vincent may have not been the most charismatic of wolves, but he gave me something nobody else could. A mirror into myself. Vincent was in the same situation as me, with no friends or family to really give him comfort. He lived only to eat another meal it seemed, but I couldn't have been more wrong.

Vincent was more than just a wolf living each day for the next. Vincent was so much more. Every day he would tell me about the adventures he'd have, talking about his trips across lands far away from Jasper. His stories of waterfalls, swamps, cities, roads and more all gave me something to live for. Every day he would come to me with some sort of continuation of the day before's story. And when he seemed like he was running out of stories to tell, he would come up with something new. Never ending stories gave me substance, even when his stories became recollections of the day he was having, or just vague observations he made on the way to see me.

I guess you could say I was no better than Garth. I began an interest in Vincent, something which grew stronger every day. I was losing my affection for the new Garth, but our old memories still managed to drive me through my day. It was as if I was two separate beings. One version of me would be the humble housewife I was required to be, while the other me would go on innocent rendezvous with Vincent.

But still. I don't know which me is right. I know I can't continue living a dual life. Garth is gone, there is no hope in returning to that life. But would committing myself so wholly to Vincent be adulterous of me? Am I really any better? Only time will tell…

Vincent broke the silence with a question, snapping Lilly from her daze.

"I suppose Kate and Humphrey are fine by themselves. Would you like to lay here for the night?"

Lilly shook her head modestly, not really caring where the two would spend the night. The only thing which Lilly really cared about, was the fact that they would spend the night together. Although not insinuating anything as far as romance goes, her willingness to spend another night with Vincent was strange. Lilly knew she was growing dependent on him, that wherever she falls asleep, she'd pray that he would lay nearby.

Lilly watched Vincent search for a comfortable sleeping arrangement. His black fur shone beautifully against the light of the moon. Each hair seemed to possess life as they danced along to a silent hymn. The sway of Black against White radiated with beauty and passion. The Black would summon the White, as a snake charmer would sing to its cobra, asking for a solitary embrace. The White would tease the Black, poking its head into oblivion long enough to give the Black hope that the two might one day come together.

And perhaps, they would.

I'll save you the promises and excuses. No promise yet on regular uploads, seeing as how I updated something years old with only one chapter. Hope you guys really enjoy it, and see my progress as a writer. I feel like coming back with more of an education really makes this more enjoyable and rewarding. Haven't seen the movie in a very long time, so just prepare for the characters to start winding out of place. It's a good thing this story is heading down a path of my pure creation, won't really be too much of a problem. Your praise and hatred keeps me writing, thanks guys =)