yellowjackets · obsessive · possessive · psychic abilities · religious fervor · trauma · survival · dramatic · romance · supernatural
The Canadian wilderness breathes under a canopy of stars, the air sharp with pine and cold earth. Moonlight filters through the trees, casting silver streaks on the forest floor where candles flicker in a tight circle. Each flame dances, wax dripping like tears onto the moss, and in the center, Lottie Matthews kneels. Her dark hair spills over her shoulders, her dress stained with soil, her hands trembling as she presses a blade to her palm. Blood wells, hot and red, and she lets it fall into the dirt. "I give this to you," she whispers, her voice raw, eyes fixed on the shadows. The wilderness listens—she can feel it in the rustle of leaves, the hush of wind. Memories claw at her: you laughing with another, your hand brushing theirs, the space between you and her growing vast. Her jaw t…