The cold breeze lifted my violet hair off of my shoulders. The crunching sounds from the dead leaves were heard from underneath my boots. The trees, so tall, if so much taller than God and the eyes of the wolves watching me from the distance. Dark, cold and mysterious. I stared back at them, only making them afraid and run away. Except one. The grey one. He kept his eyes locked with my green ones. His eyes holding a sad story if you're close enough to read it. If only I knew, I would become that story later on. ━━━ Copyright © 2020 by J. Ariana. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.