Willow

The woods were quiet that morning. Willow couldn’t hear any birds singing or insects buzzing. Heavy clouds hung overhead, threatening rain. She followed the familiar path to the shelter.

With each step, her stomach fluttered. She hadn’t seen Ronan since they parted ways before the ritual and her soul felt like it would rise right out of her body and drift away.

Willow sighed, hugging herself and unable to control her ever-widening smile. ...