Candace walked through the forest, loving the feel of the breeze. The little of the moon that was showing casted shadows, but Candace was trained to understand the tricks of the night. Most people found the woods terrifying at night, but Candace found a beauty in it. The way the trees whispered and the new sounds awakened. As she walked, her hand brushed every plant and tree. Each reacted to her touch, moving with her as if asking her not to go. She hummed as she walked along the forest path.
Candace let her thoughts move freely. Wyatt and her father were being overprotective of her. It was expected of her father to be that way, but why would Wyatt? He had always been very encouraging about her independence. A dread filled her stomach. Was there something she still didn’t know, and Wyatt
