The woodland seemed to become darker every night, with the trees' shadows seeming longer than I could recall. They seemed to be waiting for something I couldn't see as they loomed silently and still outside my window.
I'm not sure when it began, but recently I've been seeing glimpses of a person among the woods, just at the forest's border. I first believed it to be a moonlight prank or a lone animal scuttling through the darkness. However, the figure was always present, hovering and observing. And fear would settle in the pit of my stomach every time I saw him, making my heart race.
Alec was the one. In my bones, I knew it.
But more than the fact that he was alive or that he could see the pack house, what worried me the most was that he was observing me. I would see him every night, a pair of eyes glinting in the darkness, a flash of movement between the trees. I hadn't told Lucien, however.
