Fifty-Nine: Regret.

KAYLA.

It usually started off like this.

Clouded vision, aching joints as I staggered to my feet. The sharp scent of forest air piercing through my lungs and the utter disorientation that stemmed from the realization of being lost.

All my nightmares started this way, after so long of not having them, alas they were back to haunt me.

The tall shrieking trees rose up four times my height, beating against the winds with its wavering leaves and I looked around from the corner of my eyes before taking the next few steps.

I knew what was coming, either Rafael would tumble out of nowhere or it would be the other strange wolf. However, both were usually followed by a shake in the grounds like an earthquake. So I knew what to expect, haven being here a couple times but something pricked my conscience that the rug was to be pulled from my right beneath my feet.

And the forest always had its surprises.

And like I guessed, startling me the next second was a crow which appeared out of nowhere