Ruby's POV
The cold breeze blew at Ruby's attire as she made her way home, with the sound of the partying fading away gradually. She planned to get home quickly, but a quick reminder came to mind. Her father had earlier informed her about his intention to spend the night with his mate.
Her father had been a very sweet man to her, and she wouldn't want to ruin his fun tonight. She stood between the path that divided the directions of several borders. She nearly fell in her high heels while heading towards west border instead of going home.
Along the west borders stood her beloved oak tree, tall and proud. Anytime she arrived there, she would feel at peace, feel at home, feel alive once again. She couldn't tell how the oak tree managed to survive the harsh weather, and that allured her
