The eyes in the woods.
Willow ran through the trees. Eyes were everywhere watching her. They laughed at her attempts to run away. She ran faster, determined she would escape. It was getting dark and visibility was low. She didn't know where Hunter was and was too afraid to call out. The ground was slick with moss, she nearly fell. Finding her footing again, she carried on running. She was nearly at the edge of the woods, when something yanked her violently back. Willow woke with a start. Hunter slept soundly beside her. Just a nightmare, another one. The slow procession of days did nothing to alleviate her fears. Hunter stalked the cabin most days restless, spoiling for the fight should it come. She started to paint her nightmares as a way of ridding them from her mind. Hunter tried to reassure her. For the
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