Katy
I’m surrounded by angry, snarling werewolves. They are coming from the left and right with lowered heads and hunger in their eyes. These wolves clearly don’t have friendly intentions, and I gulp when I realize I can’t outrun them. Even if I tried, the garden around the mansion is surrounded by a black metal fence—I would be ripped while attempting to climb over it.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “Any chance you pixies know how to fight?”
The male pixie grimaces. “We don’t…”
I sob and look at the pixie with trembling lips. “Then what is the point of being able to see you? What good does it do?”
“Woah, are you calling us useless?” The male pixies ask, slightly offended. “I’m sorry we aren’t fighters, but we can be pretty useful too. We are especially great at baking and tendin
