Dead silence.
Murmurs of the trees seemed to sense the danger it brought as they quieted. Rustling of leaves eased, unforgiving wind calming down.
Again, it's that time of the season.
It's feeding.
Dead silence.
Murmurs of the trees seemed to sense the danger it brought as they quieted. Rustling of leaves eased, unforgiving wind calming down.
Again, it's that time of the season.
It's feeding.
"I hate you - so much Tripp."
More confusion because, once more, wasn't this a good thing?
"Why did you have to say that? What if," A little quieter, just above a whisper. "What if we mess up our fri...