Preface
The wind roared through the thundering mountains, whipping my hair across my face. These parts of the old woods echoed the storm. The silence sliced through me. The storm may have been howling, but it was the fact that no one from miles away could here my screams for help. I would never have come out here in the first place if I had a choice. Walking through dark, creepy woods in the middle of a thunderstorm. A full moon lit the only misty track.
I stood before the rusty iron gates. My heart began to pound inside my chest. Why did everything in my life since I met Stefan have to be located somewhere dark and creepy? Why couldn't thing be planned at a local cafe? No, because that would be too difficult to manage. Well, here goes nothing. Taking in a deep breath I heard a scream. "Stefan? Stefan!''