restlessly, turning and twisting with haunting images of glowing eyes, low growling sounds ringing in her

er grandmother hummed to herself some soft tune as she worked her way around the kitchen, preparing breakfast like all was right as rain. Bu

of all in Ravenwood. And what of the second one, the one which had sa

grandmother said, peering over the r

o tell her grandmother what'd happened, but the words got caught

ofter than normal. "Jus

"Well, it is Saturday. You can rest a little today." She turned back

ifted over the familiar view of the backyard, half-expecting to catch something-anything-star

ecause she had felt it last night before the attack; it now linge

yone that giant wolves had been stalking her at night made her

as not. All had seemed so real, so alive. The mark on her ankle, a slight bruise where she had

catching up on schoolwork, but nothing seemed to dislodge that unsettled feeling that had taken a seat in he

similarly in tatters. She couldn't merely sit and pretend it was all righ

the night. The coolness of the air touched her skin as she made her way up the street, heading in t

the wolves had attacked. The pavement was bare, without any trace of the vigorous struggle that had gone on

e knew

atching in her throat. The shadows shifted, and for one tantalizing instant, she cou

ing into the dark. "Hello?" she called, her voic

ans

This feeling of being watched was far too much to take in now. Wh

into the dim circle of light stemming from the streetlamp.

was

nored. His dark hair was tousled slightly, his eyes two gleaming points of brightness in the low lig

her chest as she peered to make out what was right in front of her. He did not lo

The deep, smooth voice sent s

"I-I could ask you the same thing," she replied, tryin

e humour-as he said, "It's dangerous out h

e fine," she lied-the shake in her voice, of course, serving as a dead g

int smile, but it didn't quite

ce, a run of shivers came down her back-he knew more about that night than she wo

hers. The silence between them spoke volumes in itself, suggesting that he

said in a very low voice. "A

owed her ey

re things in this town you don't understand. And unless you're real ca

to let him scare her off. "What things?" she pressed,

flickered behind them-something dangerous. "Go hom

eared into the night with that suddenness that came with his materializati

w her name? Most of all, w

ake her way home. But even now, as she walked away, a suspicion she couldn't shake w