Fallen Snow

The snowy owl hadn’t so much as ruffled a feather as it sat stock still on its post, save for an elegant slant of its head as if to get a better look at the intruder who had disturbed its quiescence. Anna boldly held the stare of those strange unnatural eyes which seemed to be giving off an incandescent glow, transfixing her as a field mouse is transfixed by curved talons. Straight through the heart. In that moment, she had never felt more certain of anything.“I want her.”