L E I L A N I
My blood ran cold. "No," I said, shaking my head. "That can't be. My grandma… she died of old age. She was just a sweet old lady who baked cookies and told stories."
"Was she?" Fenrir asked, his eyes searching mine. "Or was that just what she wanted you to believe? Did you ever see her at night? Did she ever have… visitors?"
I thought about it. My grandma had always been a bit of a mystery. She lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of town, a bit secluded. She did have some visitors come in sometimes. My parents never let me interact with them, and they always looked at me with a strange look, some with pity, some with something else I couldn't understand at the time.
"My parents… they didn't like her visitors," I said slowly, the pieces starting to fall into place. "
