I’m glad to have my vision back for many reasons. One is certainly that I get to take in this view. Snow White’s castle looks over the countryside in a way that’s beautiful and predatory, all at once.
Grayson steps closer. “What’s really happening in there?”
I wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling Grayson against my side. Touching her helps to ground me, both man and wolf.
“The answer feels close,” I state. “There’s something bigger here that I’m not perceiving.”
“Same here.”
I take in a deep breath. “One way to find out.”
A thin trail winds its way down the cliffside and into the valley below. From there, it’s a short hike up the mountain to Snow White’s castle.
As we step along, there’s no missing the signs of all the fae who made this trek before us. The path is well-worn. Mes
