Porcupine Ridge i've seen a million different doors on the horizon

She played tricks on his vision, too. One moment, a dark shadow—the next, a flash of fire.

It took him a moment before he realized her face was bi-colored, more different than he'd ever seen. Of course, this was Anathema's sister. He lingered a moment before emerging from the forest, falling onto the same trail the girl pursued.

Hex chuffed gently, chin lifted. He was a few wolf-lengths away from her, and he figured she had already caught onto his approach—but the introduction seemed cordial, and necessary.