***James***
I wake, momentarily confused by my surroundings, before the reality of the last twelve hours creeps back in.
My feet are actually warm; not something I am used to outside my own bedroom, because this is a strangely large bed for a guest bedroom. After a minute, I swing my legs out of the bed and pause on the edge for a moment.
Out of the window opposite, the view is incredible; it's far-reaching and everything is covered with a blanket of snow. In the distance I can see the jetty where Serena and I had sailed from and even further on the horizon I can see the island. An island I now knew was home to a pack of people like Serena, who for some reason, found our relationship offensive.
The tree at the bottom of the garden stands there so innocently, a tree that was somehow als
