THIRTY-FOUR
Chase watched in horror as the carpet spun crazily between the trees, Rosa and the white wolf clinging to it. If he could only get a clear shot...for he could not risk hitting Rosa.
There. If the carpet spun one more time...he fired, and had the satisfaction of seeing his arrow sink into the beast's paw, prying it loose from the carpet. The creature fell, hopefully to its death.
He turned his eyes back to Rosa. She'd slumped facedown on her carpet, which was now falling out of the sky. He raced to catch her, but she fell into a deep drift of snow before he could reach her. Chase didn't stop until he'd dragged her out of the snowdrift and into his arms.
She was as limp as a corpse, but she still drew breath. She lived.
But there was blood in her hair from where she'd hi
