CLARISSA’S POV
The wind howls through the night, rattling my windowpane. My eyes snap open due to the sound. I push back the covers and sit up,.
Then I see it.
A shadow moves just beyond my window. I can see the person’s silhouette in the snow. My stomach tightens. Someone is out there. Watching me. The moment I blink, they turn away, disappearing into the storm.
Panic and adrenaline collide in my veins, and before I can think better of it, I throw on a sweater over my nightshirt and race to the front door. The cold bites into my skin the moment I step outside, but I don’t care. The figure is getting away, their footprints barely visible in the fresh snowfall.
I run after them. I don’t know why but I just do.
Who the hell is this?
The wind roars, sending icy shards against my expos
