In the dark of one dimly-moonlit night, a pair of piercing emerald green eyes peers out through the thick foliage that surrounds Vaughan Manor, intensely observing the pretty human female who had stepped out onto the wide stone stairs to look at the moon. The sleek black jaguar shifter turns and silently vanishes, but not before wondering why she is feeling such an unusual pull to a HUMAN, of all things.

Because human women, no matter how pretty, are best avoided in a place like Jaguar Grove.