CHLOE
My wolf bristled under my skin, uneasy but not afraid and who could blame her, it had turned really creepy really fast. She was always more attuned to the things I couldn’t see, and though her instincts warned me that this place was strange, I knew we weren’t in immediate danger, but I was still more than a little creeper out.
Then I looked up, and I saw it.
The stone well, just as the woman had said. It stood just ahead, exactly where she had said it would be. And goddess that thing was ancient. There was moss creeping up the sides of the weathered, grey stones. And a thick rope hung from the rotting pulley at the top. Something about it felt… really, really old. Older than the forest, older than anything that was allowed to still be standing. And so I stepped closer, reaching o
