Waindale

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."

Sydney Marie · Fantasie

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Chapter12

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As the guys gently touch me and lead me to the door, he says, /"Leave her. Forget it./"

I watch them walk around me and out the door. Their obedience has me curious.

Sunlight filters through the windows, seeping through the thinning clouds and resting on his face. Would it be silly to say that he sparkles in the sunlight? Or is my head caught up in fictional fantasies and not this real one? Either way, unearthly or not, he looks at me, waits for me to speak but nothing leaves my lips.

/"You're not allowed here, Wrenley,/" he says. My stomach wobbles inside of me. How does he know my name? /"How much did Vivian tell you? Do you know what is happening here?/"

His voice makes me giddy. There is no way that he is also that scary, rude, stubborn, super-sized beast.

I murmur, /"Why do I feel this way? I don't... What are you?/"

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