Howl of the Heart
e broken, a lot lost, but regular. She never imagined that a dusty
all to show up on any decent map. Her grandmother had left her this place-its peeling wood, its forgotten history, its eerie
was overcast, thick clouds weaving over the mountains. The wind howled faintly
it. It was probably just the i
ough it had been forgotten by time. Ivy crept up its walls, and the roof sagged like it was holding up the weight of too ma
g against her skin and the dark shadows stretching across the clearing, Sera could
as rustic and worn as the outside. Dust particles danced in the dim l
and ran a hand through her messy brown hair. "We
e. She froze, staring out the window. Som
It couldn't be. She was j
this time, she saw it clearly-a figure, tall, cloa
but there was something about the w
he had to get a grip. It was probably just some local. A wanderer. But
ke a sound. For a long moment, th
e gone. Disappeared into the forest a
gripped the edge of the windowsill, her heart
t. Or maybe she was just imagining things. She'd bee
shake off the unease, the strange
houghts, a low rumble of thunder rolled across the sky. The clouds parted briefly to rev
ere, quieter, more alive in ways she couldn't explain. The wind picked
er
reath in the air. She stood up abruptly, scanni
e heard it-a sound that made her stomach tw
sound seemed too
behind her, the wind pushing against it wit
ding in the doo
s eyes glowed an intense amber, the color of ancient gold, and they l
was low, like a rumble f
pped a beat. "I.
gaze never left hers, his presence suffocating i
his voice rough but edged w
her pulse hammering in
that raged in his chest. "You don't know who you are yet, do you, Sera?" He said
this time it felt differe