The cool grass slapped at her ankles as she ran the toward the path that lead to the Onyx Lake. Night had long ago fallen and there was a solemn wind that blew, her hair lifted in it and Cora swiped pieces away from her face as she kept toward her goal. The sound of a low flying owl made echoed in the distance against the silhouette of trees that guarded the Forrest behind her safe place. In the distance, the soft lap of water meeting land seemed to encourage her as she continued forward. The small bench that served as her solace so many times sat , almost waiting for her arrival. Lowering her head Cora quickened her speed. She may not have a wolf , but she did have purpose. The moon lit the path as she pounded forward. No voices followed her yet and she knew they wouldn’t, not for some t
