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 · Fantasia

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91 Chs

Chapter8

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She couldn't tell me. Vivian couldn't tell me who he is, not yet, anyway. It's like finding out I'm going to die tomorrow but unaware of how and when. Walking home from school was a nightmare—the anxiety weighing on me, the fear of seeing his eyes in the brush. That's all I know about the dark thing now, that it is not a thing, but a He. Was the Waindale Academy shirt his? Why is he watching me? Does he want to hurt me? Do I know him? How long has he been here? None of these questions have been answered. I've only been given the unimportant, meaningless knowledge that it is a He. And, I suppose, that he is a werewolf like Vivian and Imogen and Eli. It makes me wonder about Elara, though. What is she? What is any of this?

/"Wrenley?/"

Looking up from my plate, I'm faced with my mother and Grandma. /"Aren't you hungry, Dear?/"

/"Um./" I glance back to my untouched food. /"Yeah, sorry. Just have a lot going on at school, that's all./"

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