She stood at her window with the lights off. The curtains were closed almost to hide her. But she knew they were watching. She could sense them waiting for her.
People thought she was crazy. That she was mad, that she was loosing it. But she didn't care. She was past that now.
She hadn't moved in ten days. How could she? They were waiting for her to slip. They were going to get her, and there was no one to turn too.
She was alone on the edge of the woods, and she was afraid.
Afraid of the Wolves.