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hugged herself, cursing her thin white t-shirt that she wore with black skinny jeans.
For some reason, her body was warning her, just like that night in the park when she thought eyes were watching. There was no logical explanation why, but her body wanted to turn and run back toward the house. It seemed to know that whatever was out there, deep within the darkness, was something sinister.
Hunting her.
Knowing these thoughts were foolish, she shook her head and continued walking toward the opening. The night seemed to have gotten darker, if even possible. The pathway, gradually smaller, until there was nothing left to call a pathway. There was nothing but dirt and gravel.
It was silent, Dahlia too far out to hear the excitement of the party. The only sound heard was of her own open-mouthed breathing, which quickened, as if to match the rapid beating of her heart. Being out here, the place seemed somewhat familiar, reminding her of a time long ago when she was alone like this in a forest.
Except then she had a wolf as company.
“Tonight you can have me as a substitute,” a husky voice rumbled next to her ear, blowing hot air against her skin. She felt a hard, warm body press firmly against her back, causing her to stiffen. The voice vibrated against her, sending shivers throughout her entire body and Dahlia could have sworn the voice was also coming from within her. But that couldn’t be possible.
Not again.
Turning around, at first all Dahlia saw was darkness. Then after a few seconds, she became aware of a figure.
A very large figure.
He stepped back to give her more space and she was able to see more of his form. He towered over her, almost a foot taller than her five foot four inches frame. Looking up, she locked gazes with his eyes and couldn’t blink, let alone glance away.
In the dark, there was no way she should be able to see his eyes so clearly. But standing across from him, she saw that they were green. They were unique, almost like the leaves in the forest.
Dark and earthy with a blinding light behind it.
His eyes held hers in place and she just stood there captivated by him. Then shaking her head, she gave a few quick successive blinks, as if awakening from a trance.
It’s like staring at a large jungle cat , she thought, cautiously taking a step back from him.
From what she could see, his entrancing green eyes were held in a strong face, almost proud. In the night, Dahlia was unable to see whether his skin was the color of caramel or mocha or somewhere in between. His hair was short and dark, a glitter in the night revealing a small earring in his left ear. He was wearing all dark clothing, making it easy for him to blend into the night.
Although Dahlia couldn’t see him clearly, she had the distinct feeling that she knew him from somewhere. His eyes reminded her of the vision she had when she was out with Sam. Something about his presence felt recognizable so she couldn’t help but ask him bluntly, “Why do you seem so familiar?”
She saw that he looked startled by her question but it quickly disappeared as he ignored her and replied smoothly, “Didn’t people ever tell you not to wander off alone?”
Dahlia’s mind flashed back to her affinity for defiance all her life. “I’m not like most people.”
“You could scream and no one would hear you,” he said almost nonchalantly. He spoke so low that she had to focus on his words.
Dahlia licked suddenly dry lips. She felt like he wasn’t being serious, a hint of lightness heard in his tone. She frowned as she responded back, “And do you know that from experience?”
He chuckled at her question, at her attempt not to appear scared by him, even though he knew better. Then he stared closely at her, his eyes taking on an almost dangerous glint to them as his face turned serious. “You could say that.”
She cleared her throat, as if to shake away the feeling of wariness. “So...are you here for the party? Um, it’s right up
For some reason, her body was warning her, just like that night in the park when she thought eyes were watching. There was no logical explanation why, but her body wanted to turn and run back toward the house. It seemed to know that whatever was out there, deep within the darkness, was something sinister.
Hunting her.
Knowing these thoughts were foolish, she shook her head and continued walking toward the opening. The night seemed to have gotten darker, if even possible. The pathway, gradually smaller, until there was nothing left to call a pathway. There was nothing but dirt and gravel.
It was silent, Dahlia too far out to hear the excitement of the party. The only sound heard was of her own open-mouthed breathing, which quickened, as if to match the rapid beating of her heart. Being out here, the place seemed somewhat familiar, reminding her of a time long ago when she was alone like this in a forest.
Except then she had a wolf as company.
“Tonight you can have me as a substitute,” a husky voice rumbled next to her ear, blowing hot air against her skin. She felt a hard, warm body press firmly against her back, causing her to stiffen. The voice vibrated against her, sending shivers throughout her entire body and Dahlia could have sworn the voice was also coming from within her. But that couldn’t be possible.
Not again.
Turning around, at first all Dahlia saw was darkness. Then after a few seconds, she became aware of a figure.
A very large figure.
He stepped back to give her more space and she was able to see more of his form. He towered over her, almost a foot taller than her five foot four inches frame. Looking up, she locked gazes with his eyes and couldn’t blink, let alone glance away.
In the dark, there was no way she should be able to see his eyes so clearly. But standing across from him, she saw that they were green. They were unique, almost like the leaves in the forest.
Dark and earthy with a blinding light behind it.
His eyes held hers in place and she just stood there captivated by him. Then shaking her head, she gave a few quick successive blinks, as if awakening from a trance.
It’s like staring at a large jungle cat , she thought, cautiously taking a step back from him.
From what she could see, his entrancing green eyes were held in a strong face, almost proud. In the night, Dahlia was unable to see whether his skin was the color of caramel or mocha or somewhere in between. His hair was short and dark, a glitter in the night revealing a small earring in his left ear. He was wearing all dark clothing, making it easy for him to blend into the night.
Although Dahlia couldn’t see him clearly, she had the distinct feeling that she knew him from somewhere. His eyes reminded her of the vision she had when she was out with Sam. Something about his presence felt recognizable so she couldn’t help but ask him bluntly, “Why do you seem so familiar?”
She saw that he looked startled by her question but it quickly disappeared as he ignored her and replied smoothly, “Didn’t people ever tell you not to wander off alone?”
Dahlia’s mind flashed back to her affinity for defiance all her life. “I’m not like most people.”
“You could scream and no one would hear you,” he said almost nonchalantly. He spoke so low that she had to focus on his words.
Dahlia licked suddenly dry lips. She felt like he wasn’t being serious, a hint of lightness heard in his tone. She frowned as she responded back, “And do you know that from experience?”
He chuckled at her question, at her attempt not to appear scared by him, even though he knew better. Then he stared closely at her, his eyes taking on an almost dangerous glint to them as his face turned serious. “You could say that.”
She cleared her throat, as if to shake away the feeling of wariness. “So...are you here for the party? Um, it’s right up
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