Persephone sighed and teleported to Hecate’s grove, only to find the goddess engaged in battle with a tiny, fluffy black puppy that had the hem of her crimson gown clasped between its teeth. “Nefeli! Release me at once!” Hecate shouted. The pup growled and pulled harder. Persephone giggled, her earlier frustrations suddenly gone, replaced by amusement at seeing the Goddess of Witchcraft gripping her skirts in an attempt to free herself from such a small, delicate creature. “Persephone, don’t just stand there! Save me from this…monster!”
