Chapter Twenty-seven: The Kiss.

Rendall winced in pain at the sharp pain across his chest. He only felt the pain for a moment and afterwards, he felt nothing.

His eyelids flapped open and as he looked around, he realized that he was not lying on the soft bed of his glass littered room, but on a grass bed of an open field.

He sat up straight to have a better view of his surroundings, and he began to have memories of him running through the place while hunting. It dawned on him. He was back to the wereworld, and he wondered how.

He looked at the strange tree opposite where he sat. Rendall had never seen a tree like it, and it was unlike the other trees of the forest he was in. The leaves of the tree lacked chlorophyll completely. They were as white as wool.

A strange woman sat on it with her legs dangling freely under her white gown. Her long hair that was as white as his once fluttered freely in the wind, that moved about as it liked. His eyes met hers and he froze. He had never seen someone with the color of her ey