The dreams began that night. Gwynne found herself in a vast forest, the full moon casting an eerie glow through the trees. She was alone, or so she thought, until she felt a presence—someone watching her. Turning, she saw him for the first time. Silo. His eyes, glowing like molten gold, locked onto hers, and in that moment, Gwynne felt an inexplicable connection to this mysterious man.
He called her name, but his voice was distant, like a whisper carried on the wind. Gwynne tried to reach out to him, but the dream faded, leaving her with a sense of loss when she awoke.
The dreams continued, night after night, each one more vivid than the last. Silo was always there, watching her, protecting her. Sometimes he spoke to her, though his words were always cryptic. He would tell her to be careful, that she was in danger, but he never explained why. Gwynne couldn’t shake the feeling that these dreams were more than just her imagination.
As weeks passed, Gwynne settled into her new life in Cedar Hollow. She and Kate quickly became close friends, spending their days chatting over coffee and organizing the bookstore. Kate had lived in the town her whole life and knew all its secrets—or so Gwynne thought.
But something about the town felt off. There were moments when Gwynne felt as if she were being watched, even when she was alone. Sometimes, she would catch glimpses of shadows moving just beyond her line of sight, but when she turned to look, nothing was there. She began to notice the strange behavior of some of the townspeople—how they would suddenly go silent when she entered a room, or how their eyes would linger on her a little too long.
Then there was the forest. The townspeople warned her never to venture too deep, especially at night. But Gwynne felt drawn to it, as if something was calling her, urging her to explore the depths of the woods. She tried to resist, but the pull was growing stronger.