CHAPTER 51A day had passed since Spaz had tried to access the Enchanted Forest. His captors had given him some water and some stale crackers, but nothing substantial. They wanted him alive for the moment, but for how long remained to be seen. He felt miserable as he lay with his arms bound in duct tape and the bloody stump burning like fire.
Something had been nagging him about the wolf he had seen with Lizard. It had been smaller than the other werewolves and not as threatening. The werewolves he had seen in the Forest were usually huge menacing things with glowing red eyes, and blood dripping down from their teeth.
Spaz closed his eyes and focused on the Forest. He was getting weak and his link with the Forest was tenuous at best, but he had to find help somehow. Even if it meant poppi
