THE HOWLING DARK

this time softer. "Greywood isn't like other towns. It's quiet.

here to escape, to start fresh. She didn't want to div

ma's thoughts. "Some people think they can run from

she couldn't forget, and she wasn't sure if this place could offer

sound confident, even though the tigh

ps pressed into a thin line. "You'

shake the feeling that the bartender knew more than she was letting on. But befo

mething deep in his gaze-that made Emma shiver. He said nothing as he passed, b

t had been holding its breath. For a moment, everything felt still, and E

she set down her glass and stood, ready to leave. She'd have to find a place to stay, perhaps look for

skin, making her instinctively wrap her arms tighter around her body. The town was eerily quiet now, the only

ndows shuttered, and the streets seemed abandoned, as though no one had lived here for years. She could feel eyes on her

ere small and old, but they seemed well-kept-too well-kept, considering how desolate the tow

stood in the doorway, watching her. Emma froze, her heart pounding in her

or, asking if they had any rooms for rent. But som

dn't know what she was running from, but she felt like something was chasing her. Watching her. Every s

their twisted branches casting long shadows across the snow. The wind seemed to pick up in

heard it-a faint rustling sound, like something moving in the trees. She turned q

she felt a cold shive

not alon

true. Greywood wasn't a place to run away from the p

ed again, louder this time, as though