*Storm's POV*

I inhaled the night air and stared at the environment, towards the woods. Now I know who the real enemy is, but then I knew Scott was also up to no good. I listened as my father spoke to Scott and they laughed Over their conversation. And then I heard it again, that same voice that kept calling out to me and hunting me in my dreams. I had no idea what drove me closer to the sound. I trusted my instinct. I needed to go into these woods and find whatever it was that wouldn't let go of me. Though it was terrifying, I had no choice....