FIFTEEN
More than anything, Rosa wanted to sleep, but sleep refused to come. Her grandmother's words haunted her – she had predicted the arrival of a knight, right in time for Midwinter. A pity she hadn't predicted the wolf, too.
If that poor fool of a knight did not take her advice and instead went hunting for the wolf...it was his body she'd find next.
She told herself she didn't care what happened to a stranger. Men could do whatever foolish things they pleased in the forest, and if it got them killed...
But it was her job to protect those who wandered into the forest. She served the gods of the forest, as her grandmother and all the witches before her had, and this was her domain.
Especially when there was magic involved.
For no one else in the village or any of the towns aro
