Sydney Marie

Wrenley moves to Waindale, the place where her mother grew up and where her grandmother still lives. Between the pine trees and above the wet ground, she soon realizes that Waindale is anything but the perfect place she remembers it as. Dark things stalk the woods. Dark things are pulling her in. 

"I turn on the lamp that's sat on top of my dresser. The pink lampshade makes my room glow with a feminine warmth, and it shines through the glass of my window; a signal so he can find his way home. It's dark out there, so bone-chillingly dark that I nearly fear for him before realizing that he is the greatest danger in those woods."

Waindale

My feet halt. I steadily spin, taking in all of my surroundings.

Shadows move around me like the ghosts of past girls that wandered into the woods at night. I swallow, knowing that if I stand still, my father may appear.

I step and turn and he's there. Those yellow eyes that once haunted me are here again, and behind them is the large, black body of a wolf. My chest falls as all air draws out from my lungs. /"Adam?/" I ask again. /"W-What are you—where have you been?/"

It doesn't feel like I'm talking to him. I never felt close to this side of him, not like I do to his human form. Something about the wolf has always unsettled me.

/"Come home,/" I say, my voice smaller. /"Please./"

The wolf steps then steps again, and I watch as it circles me.

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