Chapter 22
We walked beneath a nearly full moon that prevented further toe-stubbing, my hand clenching the sculpture so tightly the snout dug into the base of my thumb. The pain was reassuring. I’d made it out of the cave and was on my way.
The question was—on my way where?
After all, the obvious entrance to the cavern had collapsed since the time of my vision. It had collapsed...or I’d just imagined the entire thing, creating a landscape out of subconscious memories from a distant hiking trip.
“Back entrance,” my wolf suggested, not deigning to respond to my doubt. “Ask the cave woman for help.”
And without waiting for permission, she yanked me under. Slapped me with her mulishness and thrust me into a trance.
I nearly caused us to drown then, mouth gasping open at the abrupt change
