The Place Where She Waits
Lyra's POV
"The path closed behind me."
My voice sounded thin and the trees did not move, they stood close, too close, like a wall and my chest rose fast.
I then turned back again, there was no gap and no way out, it was a trap and then I swallowed and then I turned forward.
The path ahead waited, it was dark and narrow.
"Keep walking," the voice whispered and I clenched my hands.
"I am not afraid of you."
A soft laugh answered me.
"You should be."
I then stepped forward anyway, one step and then another and the ground felt strange, like it knew I was here.
My wolf moved inside me, it was alert and ready and then I kept going, branches brushed my arms, leaves whispered around me and every sound felt loud, every breath felt heavy
