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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Chapter45

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Vivianne would say things to remind me, but I would just move on. You brought me around the house—our house—and it started to settle in. T-This is it./"

Adam comes before me. /"It concerns me when you say it like that./"

/"You're it for me. You're like my husband but more? More than my husband?/"

/"Yes, Wrenley. More than a husband. I'm your mate./"

I swallow and look up at him with all my unknowing and innocence out for the world to see. /"Oh. Do we love each other? Are we in love?/"

/"I would say that our bond can be compared to love./"

/"S-So you love me?/"

Adam looks down at me. /"What I feel for you—there's not a word to describe it. You're my mate. You're mine. There's no way to describe a mate bond entirely./"

/"I thought that this must be like love. I couldn't imagine anything more powerful than this feeling./"

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