Cole rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh. “That thing is not a pet, it’s a menace.”
Zach laughed again. “I want one,” he said, just as the swamp beneath Selene’s feet turned to wood.
She looked up, and there was a dark wooden ramp that led to a log cabin. There were no lights on, and it seemed kind of abandoned but it wasn’t. A plump, dark-skinned woman stood out front, watching with a smirk on her face. She held a cane, wore a knitted shawl, and full skirts that were a tattered, faded floral pattern.
She smiled as Zach walked forward, embracing the short woman.
“And how is my favorite wolf?” she asked warmly, kissing Zach’s cheek.
“Mom, what have I told you about playing favorites when you’ve only got one child? You have to pick me.”
Ethan sighed, stepping away from a dark wood
