The Witching Hour

The Witching Hour

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"Run!!! Maribell go to the school they can help you there" cried the woman in a black robe as she pushed me out the door to safety. I ran for hours and I was lost in a sea of dark blacks, browns,and there are yellow eyes everywhere. I was scared, alone and tired, I finally started to cry. I awoke to the sound of something heavy landing next to me with a fright I screamed and then saw that it was nothing but a branch. I looked up and saw that it was almost noon. So I got up and started looking around, I saw rocks, dirt, and trees everywhere and did I mention trees
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(74,890 words) The wind rushed past me as my wings beat against the night sky. I noticed a copse of trees up ahead. I slowed to a stop, talons clutching a low-hanging branch. I looked beyond the trees and a pair of glowing golden eyes met my own. Wolf eyes. My eyes widened in fear as I took off. I dodged the trees in my path, but one branch snapped on my wing. My vision blurred, pain lacing through my wing. I continued to flap my wings, clinging desperately to the notion I would make it out alive. More than one wolf was chasing me, their paws a staccato on the ground. They would catch up. They would devour me. I tried to stay in the air, but the pain was unbearable. I fell to the ground, fluttering down like a dead leaf. I snapped my eyes open. Breathing heavily, I sat up. My room shifted in and out of focus as my eyes adjusted. When I was little, my father always told me that dreams were just my imagination, that people were never chased by wolves, and people certainly could never be birds. Vera Stone is a seventeen-year-old girl who lives in a small Louisiana town by the bayou. Small, boring, where nothing ever happens. Or so she and her friends think. One night the hidden darkness surrounding their town and their lives comes to the surface. Will Vera and her friends figure out the secrets hidden through their town's history before it's too late?

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