Sleepy Fox Hollow The night is cold out there.

john was a logical man, and ava an illogical child.

all she saw when she saw his face was the day anathema's head cracked against the stone.

she did not see his devotion. she did not see his loyalty. she did not see his kindness.

she only saw red;

a jumble of words were spoken, but the altruism was lost on ava. she lowered her head, a low snarl rippling from her throat with a commanding force that surprised even her.