The Statue of a Man

Nash did not listen, he remained there, standing next to Astor with a clouded look directed towards the unknown woman. 

"I cannot let you in my forest." she said, looking at the blond werewolf. 

"I am already in the forest." 

"Not my forest." She said, a smirk forming on her otherworldly face. She looked like a porcelain doll, unnerving, cold and unreal. "Beyond the trees, beyond the mud and the leaves, where the moon used to live. I cannot let you in. Not yet." speaking in riddles that irked Nash he wasn't sure of what to do. Astor looked frozen right next to him, stuck in this state that almost seemed to him as if he was unconscious. 

"Astor" he called his name and the white haired man turned his head, blinking and stared at him. For a second he was back. 

"Go Nash." he told him, not a slight sign of fear in his voice. "I need to go there, I have to. It's as if something is calling me." 

"What if this is a trap?" Nash asked.