Nessa's path ahead was foggy; the morning air cold and harsh on her face. I should've carried a scarf, she realised too late. The street was covered with dried leaves, rising in the air with every swoosh of wind that struck them, only to drop lifeless back on the wet ground beneath. On either side, the naked branches of broad trees looked down upon her.
The scenery wasn't exactly encouraging. In fact, it did all it could to dampen her mood, but the beta werewolf continued on, rubbing her palms together and huffing air.
Niall lived in a cottage house. His mother loved plants—more than she loved her only son, Nessa believed, and the front-yard garden did not shy away from the fact. Green flooded her vision, brown, red and yellow sprinkled here and there. Winter hadn't touched those pott
