Ravensblood Forest Who Are You, Really?

Much of Annaliese wishes to bite, to hurt in some manner that Alice actually understands what she has inflicted on her in her youth. And yet, she remains standing where she is—a distance away from the older Bel with eyes narrowed. The temptation to roll them hard to resist.

“I came here and survived during winter,” ‘so this place is mine. You’re the one intruding.’ Annaliese might not know her sister well anymore, but she does not trust the false warmth she radiates in that moment. “Why are you here?”