I’m kicking piles of leaves in a forest I don’t recognize. Green fire burns in the distance as the shadow of a humungous wolf blurs past me. I reach out and touch coarse fur as it crosses my path. I pick up into a jog, chasing after it, when blue fogs laps at my knees. It’s odd and eerie, but I’m not afraid. I stop and reach down, swirling the now purple fog into my palm where it wraps and spins softly around my wrist. Eventually it clears and leaves behind a circle of shimmering periwinkle smoke dancing around my ring finger. Sighing, I thumb at it softly. “I love you too,” I whisper.
