Violet followed the wolf out of the garden and through a hidden track deep in the Red Garden. She had no idea what she was thinking, following the advice of a wild animal instead of going to dinner. That just was not who she was, but then a wolf had never asked her to do anything for it before, and what if it had an injured cub or something that needed help? She could not just turn around and leave it without knowing what it wanted.
The wolf padded along ahead of her. The path was dark, narrow, and overgrown, hard to follow with only the light of the half-moon, especially when the garden merged in with the forest and she completely left the school grounds. Eventually, she lost sight of the wolf, could not even hear it moving through the trees. She sighed. She would have to try and fin
