Chapter 93: Frosted Asses

The need for answers accompanied by a desire to taunt Bolton brought Cassie back to the forest. Safe in her tree, she stared down into his glowing blue eyes and noted they appeared to mock her. He released a puff of annoyance, much like a sigh, that left a plume of heated air floating through the frosty winter breeze. In the near distance, another wolf howled, and this became her focus. They should be alone. This dreamscape she created was just supposed to include him.

That howl belonged to someone else. Lifting her head, she searched the distance, until she saw it.

Another wolf approaching, a red one, and it wasn't alone.

It can't be.

How did they get here?

Focusing hard, she attempted to will away her unwanted guests, but they wouldn't disappear and continued their approach. Annoyed but curious, she waited while she wondered how she had suddenly lost control of this world.