The forest, all low-lit trees and black shadows, had started to bleed. The trees pulsed, bark peeling off the trunks as if they were vines, snaking through the air toward him. Spencer knew it was an illusion, but it still weirded him the fuck out to see the forest come alive like it wanted to eat him. His breath came out in frosty puffs of air, and the chill made him shiver hard enough his teeth clacked together. “If I get frostbite, you’ll have to open your own pet box of the month,” Spencer said as he ran forward, crashing through the sickly illusion.
