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Deep in the woods, a large white wolf raised its head and loudly howled.....
Lady Dawson woke with a start. Frowning, she rubbed at the ache in her neck and struggled to sit up. She looked around the room....a well furnished bedroom that might have been lovely in other circumstances. Before moving off the bed, she listened to make sure that she was alone. Nothing. Quietly she stood up and moved in the direction of what she hoped was a window....how strangely weak and tired she felt. She reached the window at last, and gently pulled the heavy drapes aside to expose the room to sunlight. Light fell into the room in sweet rays, assuring her that she was indeed alone, and apparently quite unguarded. She moved the latch on the window and pushed it open...looking behind her to make sure she still was alone. Seeing no one, she looked outside...no one still. Gathering up the long skirts of her dress, she sat on the window's sill, and lowered her legs over until her feet touched the solid ground. Free!......the beating of her own heart in her ears sounded loud enough to wake even the dead as she crouched and ran across the grounds and into the wooded area beyond to.........where? She did not recognize this woods but surely she would make it home.....back to her love and life... Back to Dawson Manor. Tired. She was so very tired. Lady Dawson just barely saw the edge of the road and a wagon before her vision began to blur and fade. For the second time that day, she fainted. Lost in the darkness of her dreams, she never felt the arms that lifted her off the ground and layed her in the back of the wagon. She only saw her own dreams of the dark, and the night, and the strangest pair of beautiful green eyes.......... |
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