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“I’ll think of you the night of the party, Judith, when I rush through the forest and tear open a stag’s throat with a single bite. I’ll remember how the red of the ribbon matches the red of its blood.”
“Go, chase the moon, tell it your lies.”
On a night when the moon was round and surrounded by a frozen halo,
He hardly glanced at Judith, his smile evading her.
Alice replied. “I need Judith’s help around the house for a little while still, especially now that our family will be growing.”
In the middle of the night, Judith woke up to more wailing. But it was a wolf. A wolf howling in the forest. Judith buried her face in her pillow and wept in unison with the creature.
“We’ll run away together,” he assured her.
LIAR!
In the spring he’d make an excuse, then another.
She attempted to lie to herself and to believe his finely spun lies, too, in a desperate act of self-immolation.
It was like trying to revive a fire when water has been poured on it: there was only smoke.
She thought she heard a noise outside, a faint scratching. Perhaps it was the win...
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Not the "Must've been the wind" NPC ass comment lmao
A wolf howled right by the window.
In walked a liquid darkness with teeth that gleamed white as the snow—a darkness that possessed quicksilver eyes, resembling the edge of a knife.
But the darkness grinned at her, a grin as hard as ice, composed of a multitude of jagged teeth that could snap bones with a single bite.
She’d always known her lover would come from beyond the forest.
