I laid there for a long time, clutching my blankets to my chest, crying into them. Eventually, I drifted off into sleep, where I had strange dreams. I was back in the foggy forest, and dark shadows danced in the distance.
They mocked me and laughed while I ran from them. But no matter how hard I ran; they were always there. Misty wolves appeared from the fog, and I followed them, believing they would lead me to safety, back to the castle with the silver-haired woman.
But it felt like I was going in circles, and their mocking cries became louder, and they got closer. I grew tired of running; my feet ached, and soon they bled. I tried to cry out for help, but my mouth was sealed shut.
The silver-haired woman whispered to me, but I couldn’t understand. Her voice became louder and louder, a
