THE SHADOW WEAVER: A TALE OF WEREWOLF DECEPTION

thing unusual. Normally, her room was a disaster-clothes all over the floor, desk in a complete mess-but no

ving cleaned the night before. No way! She had gon

of the bed. She stood, did a bit of stretching, then went to the window.

grey, not a speck of blue. And what about the trees? They were literall

woman who was tall and serious, her long black hair and green eyes were

. What's more, she even smiled and nodded. Aria hated being watched. It

lked away. Where was she going? Aria fe

at woman and what exactly was

imagination, she whispered. Still, s

saw something lying on her des

eird symbols on the c

it and her eyes widened at the handwritten notes and strang

had those words: Aria, you're not who y

Who wrote this? And why was it here

her breath and turned just as her apartment door started t

little and

eed to talk

ere? She raced against time within herself. Should she demand to know what the woman wanted? Shoul

thing that she hadn't expected – kindness and concern. T

ria asked, tryin

. I can see you feel lost but not an

tal disarray, she had no c

elp her? She was expected to have a good exp

e looked for a glimmer of something-of life

lith said softly,

o trust someone unknown. Yet, staring into

ith's hand, and they

reets looked brighter, and even the lights, the wind, and a couple of sounds of people laughing were more

he city. The place sat like a nice warm cozy corner as if it were one of those spots that time ha

ith said, "it's

feeling excit

rt was