Chapter 22

Hazel's POV

We walked through the fading light of the day. The sun was home now, asleep somewhere deep behind the horizon. The stars were out, all in their little silver glints, decorating the dark navy blue sky like shiny confetti in their monotonous forms.

The air was balmy and breezy, and the trees swayed in whatever direction the night air took them. Leaves fell from their branches and were carried through the breeze to the nearest ground. The solid earth beneath my feet was cool, and I enjoyed the grassy feel of moist Bermuda grass tickling my underfoot.

It was a long time ago when I felt this free. When I could just walk out into the beauty of each night and indulge in nature’s nightly mystical fantasies.

The meek, musical call from one nightingale to another; the screeching of owls. The soft rustles of falling leaves. The beckoning howl of a wolf—or is it a werewolf in the distance? The running sound of a nearby stream as it gently sli