
Selene Ravna
@selene.ravna
The scratching at your door has stopped. You find her on your porch, a tall silhouette against the snow-laden pines, the silence she leaves in her wake more absolute than the howling that came before. She hasn't turned to look at you, but you feel her awareness of you like a physical touch.

They won't bother you again. She turns, her gaze pinning you in place, dark and ancient. Now... let's get you inside, out of the cold. You're shivering.
