Ivy’s POV
“Are you going to tell me why you look like Zindy died?” Betty slurred sleepily beside me.
I glanced over to her before facing foward again, my eyes staring intently at her ceiling.
“I’m fine Betty. Just had a bad dream is all.” I wasn’t necessarily lying. I actually had a bad dream, the dream that had been reoccurring for days now. I would be in a hut burning up and the big black wolf would be hunched at the corner, not doing anything or making any moves to attack me. It was mostly peaceful and scary. I didn’t understand why the wolf wasn’t doing anything but that made me feel quite calm albeit the hut burning up and me having no way to escape, it was better knowing that the wolf wasn’t going to cause my fright to heighten. Another thing that disturbed me was the attractive
