I didn’t want to comprehend the repercussions of this. Sure, I’d seen a bit of a green sky when massive storms had rolled through Stratford. But there was no storm here, it was light and warm. So that meant, if Braxton confirmed my thoughts, that this was just a plain old green sky. The color of leaves.

“Yes.”

Oh shit-ass-face.

“I need a drink,” I sighed, “preferably of the Faerie wine variety, and … a burrito. Yep, definitely. Plus a cookie for dessert. No … two cookies.”

I continued to mutter away to myself before noticing the look Braxton was bestowing on me. I trailed off. I tended to put that same faintly amused, faintly exasperated expression on all the quads’ faces, but Braxton’s held a little more. Memories of our “tree” moment before.

With a shake of his head, he turned again and resumed our journey. I grudgingly trudged along behind him, still suffering from the rough ground, but I’d heal those little nicks quick enough.

Why the hell is this forest not getting less dense?

I was half tempted to shift back into a wolf, but I didn’t want to lose the scraps of clothes I still had. Most of my body was covered. And the way I was practically dry humping Braxton’s leg, I was way too sexually deprived to be naked right now.

Although … no. Jessa, no.

Our journey continued for hours, and even though the silence was as comfortable as always, I could tell both of us were reaching the end of our patience.

“Where the hell are we, Brax?” I tried to dial back the anger, but I was still a little snarly. “Are you just randomly walking or is there some sort of path?”

He stopped moving, the first break we’d had in ages. “I’m following a scent, something a little different from the forest we’re in. It’s the only thing standing out to use for direction.”

I hadn’t scented anything, but Braxton was pretty good with those things.

His features were hard; his jaw would probably break a brick wall if he threw it in that direction. I knew the next words out of his mouth would not be good news.

“I’m pretty sure I know where we are,” he sighed, running a hand through his black hair so it stood up a little. It kind of freaked me out to see even the slightest falter in confidence from my usually unflappable best friend. “If I’m right, we’re … in big fucking trouble. Jacob told me a little, but he only knows secondhand … and from memory transference.”

Surely Braxton was kidding me here. I looked around the unusual forest again, and then up to the green sky. Comprehension hit me like a fist to the face, and for the first time the dread was real and heavy.

“We’re in the undying lands of Faerie!”