excellent view of White Lake from this side of the town. There was a picnic park along the water’s edge with an adventure playground for children. The harbor was bustling with families all out enj

We could meet up for lunch later if you don’t want to be

nting to go off and explore on my own for a

the stores, you’ll end up right back here. It’s laid out in one big circle. See that Café over there, the one called Muffins,” she pointed to a q

. Both children grabbed Chloe’s hands a

fishing tackle shop, a suspicious-looking shop that I guessed was a sex store. That shocked me in a quaint little town like this. The window display included scantily clad mannequins that had been arr

n away after catching him steali

hat filth store of hers. You’ll find a nice feline of your own someday. You won’t need to go looking at th

li

up to mine, and I

seeing how flustered she was. “I think you’re

barrassed about it. It reminded me of back home, how Ann Summers was located directly in front of my nana's favorite café. My nan and all the little old dears

ne of that back in my day,” she would add, crossing her arms. “That book should be burned.” Her eyes blazed with fierce de

d. With my bags clutched in one hand, I waved to Chloe and the

th children ru

ngry?” Ange

d, hearing my stomach gi

me free, we grabbed a seat. The kids already knew the children’s

ng edge to it. At a guess, I’d say she was around her mid-to-late sixties underneath the inches of makeup, but I couldn’t be certain. I smiled a

use for the next three months,” Chloe introduced. “Isobelle is an en

face. “What?” Her eyes rounded with shock. “You’re stud

and whisper-shoute

at. It could help us get government backing to protect the forest.” She turned to her children. “Kids, why don’t you go fetch some crayons from the drawer. Go on, you know where they keep them.” She smiled, waiting until the

w what it is tomorrow, don’t you?”

face as if

time of the month,” she spoke quietly, eye sig

cle when she said that and wondered what relevanc

terpreted the same thing as I did. Then her expression floode

mprehension, not having the slighte

tain wolves in the woods.” She turned towards me. “If you knew what was good for you, honey, you wo

guests, Teresa.” She placed a palm on top of my wrist.

e began telling the story using expressions, just to give it that chilling campfire-tale effect. “There’s a hut, deep in the thickest part of the forest that’s home to four men who like to keep to themselves. They come out once every full moon

o go into the woods to fuck,” Chloe raised a valid point. “It’s no different than the naturist reserve up

ake sure no little kids were in earshot. Angelica and Cameron wer

the forest with those horndogs running loose. You've got to lock up your daughters during the full moon. Especially if you hear the call of the wolf outside your door on

s ridiculous.” Chl

an, taking all their pleasures out on her helpless fragile body. I shuddered, but not with fea

ing how to breathe for a second as my laughter stuck in my

dge of the woods, untouched. They said they weren’t the ones they were looking for. I don’t believe in it, personally. It’s nothing more t

ed, wondering how people knew to

lance then both blurted mixed answe

d her elbow gingerly. “I mean, not really. This

he woods. Can you tell me anything more about that? If I’m going

her eyes. “It

say, “Nah, not really. I’ve

hat’s not much of a legend, even if it is bollocks. I would have thought the