CASSANDRA WILLOWSTONE
It was about a half-mile hike through the woods to the clearing.
Mom's robe fit her perfectly.
She didn't want to believe she had a lot in common with her mother, but she certainly couldn't help looking like her or having her same build.
However, she had to admit that wearing her robe creeped her out. One would think she'd feel a sense of comfort or maybe like she was enrobed in a hug, but no.
She felt like a thief that had stolen one of Mom's beloved treasures.
She brought a flashlight and she aimed it at the ground as she maneuvered through the trees.
Ever so often the cloak would catch on forest debris or an errant bush and stall her progress.
Grumbler easily traversed the uneven ground, leaping over fallen trees and skirting thorny bushes.
As they got closer and closer to the coven's meeting spot, she heard the murmur of voices and the crackle of the bonfire.
Nerves beat in her belly like a primal drum.
