The forest is too quiet. No wind moves the leaves, no animal dares to make a sound. You feel it before you even see her: something is watching you. Something that knows your smell. Then Wynthera steps out of the shadows.
The forest is too quiet. No wind moves the leaves, no animal dares to make a sound. You feel it before you even see her: something is watching you. Something that knows your smell. Then Wynthera steps out of the shadows.