...look into a wolf's eyes. You'll never be the same again.
Sah grimaced at the story. The cruelty that the poor girl faced, and the idea of her tortured spirit still lingering, making his stomach turn. It was a horribly sad story, but chilling nonetheless. Especially since it was on their street. Sah subconsciously glanced out the window in the house's direction.
"Is it a true story?" Sah's voice had grown a bit quiet. "That poor girl." He shook his head, still feeling unnerved. "You're a good storyteller." The Outlander was never going to be able to look at that house the same way again. "If I see a light or hear something, I will be breaking into your house for the night. Just letting you know that now." Sah gave his sister a teasing grin, but he was only mostly joking.
"Is it a true story?" Sah's voice had grown a bit quiet. "That poor girl." He shook his head, still feeling unnerved. "You're a good storyteller." The Outlander was never going to be able to look at that house the same way again. "If I see a light or hear something, I will be breaking into your house for the night. Just letting you know that now." Sah gave his sister a teasing grin, but he was only mostly joking.
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