The Sunspire dandelion fluff

Zane followed tensely, and doubtless she could smell his fear (along with half the damn mountain) try as he might to lie it off. Bro, what was it with wolves and heights? Wasn't like they had fucking wings or even were meant to climb. Steps, cool. Hills? Cool. Mountain cliffs where one wrong step meant spiraling down and cracking his head like an egg on some rocks? Uncool. The definition of uncool.

He could never shake that image or the feeling of "what if". And by the time he got to the point where she told him to come over, he was against the rocks at his back. Fuck. What did she want with him there?

Either she was lookin to enjoy the view or she was lookin to push him over the edge. Zane was a pretty trusting dude most days but on a mountain he was definitely going to sideye a chick for luring him over to a drop, didn't matter how much of a good time she looked like.

Shit. Alright, just, hold on. He wanted to chicken out so bad but fuck she was gorgeous. If she killed him he was so going to enjoy haunting her, at least. Wait, d'you think ghost chicks got lonely?