Twenty-three:
Zaan Pulfer
I stood outside of Crimsons cabin, pacing back and forth. I was trying to decide whether or not I would knock on the door. I had brought her---technically her grandmother----a basket full of herbs and flowers to use in her potions and medicines. That was when I heard it. A low, growling sound. I turned around slowly and saw a large wolf with violet eyes. I would have known those eyes anywhere. They were the ones that haunted my sleep.
“Raoul,” I grunted, “Prince of Wolves.”
Without even making a sound in the snow, Raoul shifted from his wolf form into his Prince form. “Do you have a death wish?” he demanded.
“I’m on errands from my mother,” I insisted, showing him the basket, “I brought Crimons grandmother some of the things that she need
