Walking through the trees she felt a sense of calm washing over her like she belongs here a tingling feeling setting in the pit of her stomach she decided to ask her partner, "do you feel that" she asked quietly like she didn't want to disturb the forest but Matilda seemed to be lost in this new world.
The grass felt wonderful beneath her touch the way the sun shines through the opening of the trees made the forest look almost magical.small flowers and twigs were on the ground. The leaves were now changing colours in her eyes some were still green but many were turning pink. The smell of the trees and grass was addicting which seems to be calling her in. The cool wing brushed through my back making a shiver run through my spine I could feel tingles on my tingles everywhere and I knew I won't be leaving here anytime soon. Bumping into something which I thought would be Matilda, looking up to apologise only to realize it wasn't her but I was surrounded by some men who looked like hunters looking around in search of her but I couldn't recognize the face that met mine.
They looked like a no nonsense kind of men and I instantly felt intimidated by their height. Now I was scared of what they would do to me, not wanting to irritate them by shouting I did the only thing I could do ask for help not knowing exactly how to start" hmm... Good afternoon.... Hmm I think I'm lost I'd appreciate it if you can help me find my way to the main road I'm sure my friend must be waiting for me there, we're sorry for trespassing " mentally hitting myself for what I was able to come up with.
Stranger one who looked at me strangely from head to toe gave me a sinister look which sent shivers down my spine and spoke. " You mean the blonde the one on blue tank top and shorts I nodded frantically thinking they'd seen her and would soon take me to her .
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Default Title - Shadows
RomanceKidnapped and disposed off into an unknown world were supernatural exists, what happens when she finds out that two sworn enemies will be her mate.
