BENEATH THE BLOOD MOON

d, soft and steady like a secret

he other, staring at the looming brick buildings rising like shadows against the gray sky. The

cold. And absolutely

not to worry. But Ivy wasn't the kind of girl people feared losing. She was quiet. Careful. The kind of

lackwood, noth

ead of winter. People spoke in hushed tones about "the woods," but Ivy had brushed it off as superstition. Just folklore. That w

idea how wr

ng with ivy creeping up its stone walls. Her roommate hadn't arrived y

rs on the back of her neck

ring orientation in the campu

under umbrellas or jackets, he stood alone in the rain, black hoodie soak

arp, inhumanly stil

quickly. Her h

tall girl with a nose ring and a nervous lau

ed. "He g

he shows up when he wants.

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hy she followed h

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smelled like

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