I kept falling and falling as if there was nothing but space beneath me, then I turned and realized that I wasn’t falling but flying up. Wind rushed over my face and I slammed into water. Bubbles drifted around me, but I could breathe even as I seemed to be surfacing.
Slowly, I started to hear voices.
“You’re sure?” Someone asked.
“She mentioned silver coming from the ground and that golden-furred i***t on the cliff,” another person said. “I am certain. What that means only time will tell… Perhaps the elixir was a bit too effective.”
What elixir? What were they talking about? Who were they? I could recognize them as… not a threat exactly but I didn’t know for certain what that meant.
“But… I thought you said it was a long stretch. Wasn’t her dad like the weakest kind of werewolf?”
