The woods are quiet tonight. The moon is full, and the lake is still. I watch from the shadows, as always. She sits by the fire, laughing with the others. They don’t see me. They never do. But I see them. I see the way they look at her when they think no one is watching. The way their eyes linger too long. The way their hands almost touch her. They don’t deserve her light. They don’t deserve to be near her. I’ll make sure they never hurt her. The woods are quiet tonight... but they won’t stay that way.