Gronet
My hand jerks to the gun resting on my hip at the sound of a scream. I approach in the direction of the scream, hefting the gun from my belt. I hope no one's hurt, though we don't have any large predators in these woods as far as I know. I sense the stillness of the forest, and in the distance I see a small white cottage. I hope the Volkes are okay, Gemine isn't as spry as she used to be. I still don't know why they insisted on living in their cottage in the woods.
I load a few bullets and pick up the pace, nearing the treeline. I briskly lift my gun at a movement at the door.
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Wolf's Cry
Short StoryOne day Rose is sent off to her grandma's house, a cottage deep in the woods. Everything about her grandparents is mundane- even their names. Or at least, that's what Rose thought. What if it isn't so? It only takes one day for everything she's ever...
