Chapter 6
* * * *
Jason stomped around in the forest. His feet burned—funny how cold could cause a burning sensation.
“Biscuit!” He looked between the spidery branches. “Biscuit!”
“I don’t think he’s here.” Aiden righted the knitted cap on his head—a knitted cap! Jason couldn’t believe Aiden even owned one. He was still cute, though.
“You don’t?”
“No. If he was, he would’ve come when you called.”
Jason pondered that for a second. He’d never managed to teach Biscuit to come when he called. Biscuit hadn’t quite turned out the way he’d believed he would. He’d seen the ad for the puppies and decided he wanted one. They were the most adorable little dogs he’d ever seen—perfect size for living in the city—so he’d contacted the owner. He didn’t regret it, even though Biscuit was a bit livelier than Jason thought he’d be. He was one and a half now, and he hadn’t calmed down—at all.
“I say we go back to the cabin, see if Tristan has heard anything.”