When the small spigot announced his attention to seek out his dinner among the surrounding woods, Amelia couldn't help but sigh.
It's not that she didn't appreciate his efforts to calm her concerns and cheer her up. Despite the oddity of being a spigot, there was something endearing about his caustic humor and surprising acts of compassion.
She still needed him to depart so she could retrieve her clothing and exit this insane asylum.
She may be peculiar, and she couldn't even be sure she didn't have some bizarre demon blood coursing through her veins. It was a reasonable explanation. Her mixed ancestry, however, did not prepare her to join a community of seductive werewolves, tiny spigots, and lurking werewolves.
Especially when she was quite likely to be handed over to those werewolve
