The Wendigo's Girl

Previously

…As she walked back towards her small cottage, the familiar path through the trees felt alien, teeming with unseen eyes and unheard whispers. The wind rustled the leaves, and for the first time, Elara heard not just the song of the forest, but the hungry sigh of something ancient and terrible, a sound that seemed to echo the very beat of her own conflicted heart. The woods were no longer just woods; they were a battleground, and she stood precariously on the precipice, caught between the man she was coming to love and the monster that lay within him. The path ahead was shrouded in mist, and the only certainty was the chilling presence that seemed to follow her every step.