Tabitha's POV

My bedroom is covered with silence, the water dropping from the faucet in the bathroom and the crickets outside. The cold atmosphere added into it, and here I am staring at the clock in my nightstand. I'm watching the clock's hand moving, tucking under my blanket and carefully listening to my surroundings. Until the clock's hand lands on 12. I immediately got up, grabbed my hair tie and tied my hair.

I approached the wardrobe, searched for my cloak and grabbed it. I wear it ...