
“A cabin,” she gasps, pulses thrumming as her mind freezes on a thought. “In the woods…”
He takes her hand in his, trying to quell her presumed hesitation. “You got me. You’re safe.”
The trees do little to shield them from moonlight, but do well to mask his screams when she starts feasting on him a week into her unplanned, but perfectly timed hibernation.
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*Inspired by the photo prompt above for Week 296 of the Three Line Tales Challenge @ Only 100 Words.