Elizabeth’s POV
One thing about my wolf is that she had magic I didn’t even know existed. Both Lisa and I had closed our eyes when we were sucked up into a cloud of mist and were now standing about a hundred feet from a small cottage hidden in a forest.
Kona tapped into an old memory, one that had brought so much joy in my childhood but also so much pain.
Lisa was back to her human self, and she was observing me from head to toe.
“What is the matter?” I asked, confused.
“Nothing; I am just surprised to see or be with you in a dream.” She was unsure where she was.
“It’s a memory. Look,” I pointed to the cottage, “Xavier and I stayed here for a while. This was his grandmother’s cottage, hidden from prying eyes.”
We started to walk closer. The sound of kids arguing caught our attentio
