Chapter Two
"Deep within a man's heart lies a beast or a blessing…'tis only his mind that can decipher the difference."
- C. H. Timmon; Modern Philosophies
Voices echoed in her head like rapid footfall in a damp cave. The abruptness of cool, hard dirt lay dully beneath her sore body. The prickly scent of pine, and the warm aroma of horse was all around her.
In the distance, the fierce snarling of a wolf vibrated in her ears. She took a deep breath and gagged when dirt hit the back of her throat. Through a veil of pain, she focused on the foreign words being spoken around her. It sounded familiar to her, yet she could make no sense of the discussion.
Rhiannon cracked open an eye and saw the rough, gnarled trunk of a tree-that tree! Suddenly remembering what had befallen her, she opened
