032 | A DARK AND DEADLY PLAY

Enzo’s POV

My parents lived in a small cabin on the coast. It took me half a day’s hard run to reach it, and I finally shook the water from my fur as the solar lights dotting their front porch came on.

Dancing from paw to paw, I stared at the two steps I had to walk up to reach their front door. They were rickety, but in the worn sort of way that looked well lived in rather than abandoned and spooky. Fairy lights glittered against the rolling grey storm, trembling in the wind beneath a slanted half-log roof shaken by the wind. Wind chimes howled and clattered, smashing into the upright logs that formed the outer ring of the porch. A steady drip fell onto the shaggy welcome mat.

Warm orange light filled the steamed-up windows, spilling out into the navy darkness and catching the uppermost edge of the rolling grey fog. Even from here I could smell the embers of the fire in the hearth and the deep, rich aroma of their nightly glass of red wine. Chilled in the spring and summer, mulled