Walking through the trees during daylight, it seems like such a welcoming and peaceful place, but Alana knew otherwise. She'd been coming here, where the paths crossed in the center of the woods, for the past four years beginning at the age of thirteen. At first she came under protest at his bidding; but eventually she chose to be present at the full-moon gatherings, lured by the mystery of ancient chants and ritual. Now Alana had reached the age of decision. Standing at the crossroads as the full moon rose high, the smell of blood sacrifice hung heavy in the air. Tonight, she would be called forth to side with good or evil. Would she cross over to become one of the predators, or choose to remain an innocent and become one of the prey?
I'm linking up with Keith Hillman's Carry On Tuesday
where the prompt this week is "standing at the crossroads"