Gwen
I am engulfed by such thick darkness, it makes it difficult to tell where it began or ended.
I float through, a midge of nothingness, walking for what feels like hours to a destination I know nothing of. Unfeeling. Unhearing. All of my senses are shrouded, even my mind seems to be covered in fog, save for the only words echoing like warning bells.
"Come to me."
I don't know how I got here.
One moment I'd been sobbing uncontrollably, cursing myself. And the next thing I knew, I fell asleep and found myself here. Someone called me here.
Something calls my name.
"Guinevere."
I turn at the lull of the beautiful voice.
There is a man in the centre of the darkness.
My breath hitches when my gaze falls upon him, skin erupting with heat. My insides warm and a moan lodges in my throat as pleasures unspeakable thread along my spine with phantom hands.
He is beautiful. Possibly the most beautiful man I would ever lay gaze upon.
He is neither human, wolf, nor vampire.
