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 · Kỳ huyễn

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Chapter11

#Chapter11

It doesn't move closer or face me any more than it is, but the wolf doesn't step any further either.

/"Fine. Maybe you'll never answer, but I won't stop asking. I won't stop asking why there's always a scent in the air when you're around. I'm smart enough to know that wolves don't smell like—like this. Or why you come to me at all. I won't stop asking who you are either. It's not fair because something inside of me wants you to be around, and I don't know why. Whenever you're here my body feels different and I'm not hurting anymore. After I see you, I can sleep and I can eat and I don't feel this oncoming dread. I don't think I'll ever stop wondering why. Just... There's a human side of you and sometimes all I want is to see it. To hear you talk. To hear you say anything, really. Just shift. Please. If you'd just shift we could—/"

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