Eve watched with trepidation as Vincent walked towards the dark forest. He stopped a few feet from her, turning to give her a stern look. Pointing a finger at her Vincent said firmly, "Stay."
Eve couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips as he disappeared into the night. The wolf was worried she'd run off? As if! The woods were dark and unfamiliar; she'd probably walk right off a cliff.
Gnawing her lip Eve rubbed at her chilled arms and glanced around, straining to listen for any movement or signs of trouble. The only sounds were that of waves breaking against stone and the occasional rustle of leaves.
So quiet. Was that normal? Fear began to work its way into her mind. She tried to brush it off. She was being ridiculous. Instinct told her Vincent would never just leave her to fend fo
