23
DEX
I can’t believe it. Grayson is gone. I rush over to the blue mirror and inspect it more closely. The frame still shines with an azure glow. In the interior, I spy a six-year-old Grayson in a long white nightgown. A ghostly wolf leaps out from the child’s body.
That can’t be good.
The spectral wolf paces around the small chamber before leaping toward the mirror itself.
That is to say, toward me.
I brace my footing, ready to receive a body tackle from Grayson’s wolf. That isn’t what happens. When the charcoal wolf lands again, it’s still inside the mirror. Only now, the bedroom is gone. Instead, Grayson’s animal lands in a night forest that’s filled with mist. There are no colors here; everything is black and white.
Wolf Grayson paces in a nervous line. Clearly, she’s worried,
