Sixty-two:
Zaan Pulfer
Crimson ran away from me. She was trying to seduce me, and I screwed it up. I wanted to be with her. But I had witnessed her sick before and the last thing I wanted to do was to hurt her. Somehow, I managed to screw it up anyway. I went out of the tent, calling her name, “Crimson! Crimson!” I shouted.
All around me, there were members of the coven. The group had daily tasks that they did every day to keep them going. From hunting, to collecting firewood, to melting snow for drinking water. Though it was made of tents, they had made a whole village here. One that they could easily pick up and move if there was something wrong at a moments notice. But Crimson was nowhere to be seen.
“Lose something?” Mother asked as she
