Nyla could see her breath in front of her and her skin was even fairer now, yet she was more alive her. He lips pained blood read and her eyes popped with black eye shadow and wingtip liner, she was simply stunning in her world, she’d be just as stunning in the real world if she wasn’t locked up like an animal. She kept her auburn eyes on the wolf, waiting for it to attack like she assumed it would. She’d been attacked by the shadow wolves before and when she woke up, she really had been attacked.
"Nyla?" The wolf spoke then catching her off guard and somehow even though she’d never heard his name, she knew exactly what it was in her world, it was Ryley. "Parker was worried about you. He said that he could not follow you after I left the cemetery. Are you alright?" he spoke calmly and she was dumbfounded, it had to be a trick of her own mind or perhaps Damien’s sick twisted games. "Where are we? This is a place that I am not familiar with." he admitted.
She was utterly confused. Was it really him or just a version of him she’d dreamed up after their argument? Why was he there? How had he gotten there? None of it made sense to her and she let the silence hang for a moment, before she heard a twig break in the distance and she remembered that they were in the white forest and they needed to get to the church or it could end badly for both of them.
"I can’t tell you right now" she finally said walking towards him, her senses on high alert. "Just trust me, it’s dangerous here, we have to get to the church. He can’t get us there and will be safe. I’ll explain everything there." she said kneeling down in front of the wolf, petting between his ears. He was beautiful, there was a spark when she pet him, but she chose to ignore that for the moment, she held his eyes for a moment longer before standing. "Keep up, okay. Don’t lose me. You’ll end up dead." she said honestly, hoping he wouldn’t argue. Nyla had always been nicer, more pleasant in her own world, because she felt more at home. She didn't constently feel threatened.
She started off in the direction she knew the church was in. She knew the layout of her dream world, better then she knew herself. The forest grew dark the deeper the went, she didn’t fear for her own life. If it was really Ryley and he wasn’t just part of her subconscious, he really could die and it would be all her fault.