|Greta (pathofcinders) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-01-07 02:36:00
|Entry tags:||greta morgan, hati, werewolves|
WHO: Greta & OPEN to the wolves
WHEN: Saturday night
WHERE: The woods
WHAT: Greta always makes the worst decisions in the world
There had been birthday drinks at a friends house and Greta had borrowed Jacob's car to get there. She'd kept it to soda and virgin cocktails the whole time, not the kind of person to get behind the wheel if she'd had anything to drink even hours earlier. Driving home she realised, looking at the GPS, how close she was to the woods. The woods that belonged to the Norse wolves.
She had an option. At the next intersection she could turn right and go back home, or turn left and go towards the woods.
She turned left.
Greta felt like the closing of the car door behind her echoed loud against the trees all around and she shivered, pulling the hood of her red sweatshirt up over her hair and crossing her arms. For a few moments she just watched the dark trees in front of her, unable to see anything by shadows and shades. She could hear wind through the leaves and night birds in the trees.
Dropping her arms to her side, Greta started her walk into the woods.