Would I rather bump into a strange man or a wolf in the woods? What if he’s both? Cherry I thought I was safe alone at night.
After all, I come from a long line of very powerful witches; I’ve never had any reason to fear anything or anyone in my small town.
But this new protection spell I concocted for Halloween doesn’t seem to be working. It’s obvious I’m being followed. Not just followed — stalked. Darn.
I must have accidentally mixed up the directions with a love potion recipe.
That would explain why this hunter follows me everywhere so obsessively, and it would also explain why I’m enjoying being his prey
