The Taming

Elira

The dense woods breathe softly around me—a cold sigh that strongly presses against my skin and climbs into my lungs now. I instantly spin around at the unexpected sound of the voice, my heart racing, my scar fiercely tingling.

Instantly the hairs on my arms quickly stand up, that electric warning I have come to know that whispers pure danger long before the mind catches up to the reality.

A single woman stands there, harshly framed by the thin silver of moonlight. She is ...