As I’m whipped through the vortex again, I find myself missing the werewolf sisters already. I've never had girls my age to talk to before, and it makes me wonder about what a future in their family would be like.
But I push those wishful thoughts of happiness down. Teenaged hormones are going to be the death of me.
I land in front of the Fairy Woods like I’ve done so many times before, steadying myself as I stare into the iridescent branches. I usually can’t control myself when I see this familiar path, and find my feet running through the enchanted trees to get to Robin’s side. This time as the branches part ways to make way for me, I feel nothing but sickness and dread.
As I walk slowly through the forest everything seems to be moving in slow motion. Here I am, a mythically powerful
