Hushed Willows [NaWoWriMo] you made a bad boy outta me

And just when things couldn't get stranger—the universe said hold my beer, and the creature aimed fire from its mouth at the sky.

Bloody fucking hell! Lily cursed, pressing further back against her pups, which were, at this point, loud and quite irate. Hopefully they were still too young to pick up on the profanity; that was the least of her concerns. Instead, she watched the thing gobble up a barbecued bird, eyes wide in horror.

I'm dreaming, she thought, shaking her head in disbelief. There's no possible way I'm awake right now.