*Anaïs*
I’m trapped in a labyrinth of dark, cobblestone streets, my heart pounding in my chest. The old Paris around me is mysterious and eerie, with shadows stretching out beneath the moonlight. There are weird shuffling sounds in the dark, and nearby a wolf is howling.
I hear Griff calling my name, his voice desperate and filled with longing. I need to find him. It is almost a physical need throbbing in me like an infested wound.
As I run, my breath comes in quick, shallow gasps, and my steps echo through the empty alleys. The urgency in Griff’s voice heightens, and my heart races even faster.
Finally, I turn a corner and see him standing there, his back to me. Relief floods through me, and I reach out to touch him, calling his name, to let him know that I have come. But as he turns
