t everything that happened the night before had been a dream. But when I touched my neck, I felt a small m

circles were deep, my face pale. All night long, nightmares of amber eyes had

g? Even after what I saw last night, part of me felt drawn to

in the kitchen, as usual, making coffee, oblivious to everything. May

without taking her eyes off the c

utomatically, forcing a sm

hard to fool her, but still, she didn't push. She

ss. I knew I needed to go back there. There was something unresolved in those trees, some

vier, denser. It was almost as if the very ground was charged with an

or

redatory gaze, the same arrogant air. The wind tousled his dark hair, and his p

come back," he sai

his voice. It was as if I were being draw

rmer than I expected. I wanted answers. I nee

steps toward me. Every movement of his was controlle

at raspy voice that seemed to vibrate in

gh, but genuine. Those w

belong to

brow, as if amus

ith a challenging tone. "This is bigger than you. Bi

inside me wanted to believe he was wrong, that I still had cont

rom me?" I asked, cross

ng even closer, until I could feel the warmth of

. There was something in those amber eyes that held me, that

ht this, Nyla.

mity disoriented me, but it also made me want... more. My God, what was happening to me? I

closer, his voice now

g. And when it arrives... th

ng deep, primal, pulsed inside me, responding to his call. It wa

urmured, but my voice came o

h, a deep sound that

ll s

ly as he had appeared. I stood there, alone, wi

moon is a

felt it in every cell of my body. But the que