Stalking from the Shadows

DELL: When the dust settled after the Halloween party that changed so many lives, I was left in the shadows. I watched people forget about me as they picked up the pieces of their lives. How could they find a new normal when I'm left no better than fog? Darkness and bitterness have become my constant companions. Even though I'm angry, what else can I do but watch from the darkest corners of Screaming Woods while everyone goes on? I'm not expecting a light to appear. Caroline isn't all monster, but, as a child of our resident wolfman and his mate, she's not all human either. As much as I want to give into the pull to her, I've spent far too long existing within the shadows. CAROLINE: Finding my place in Screaming Woods hasn't been easy. I'm not a monster, but I'm not a human. It feels like there's something pulling me into the darkest parts of the forest. I ignore it, but I can feel someone's eyes on me, waiting for me, calling to me. When I go in search of what is stalking me, I find light in the darkness. Finding out my mate is someone everyone else forgot about long ago, when he became one with the shadows, is something out of a dream . . . or a nightmare. Contains mature themes.