NARRATIVE POV
The flames consumed the old cabin, and the smoke filled the forest.
Frankie watched from a safe distance away, watching as the fire started to tear down and burned to ruin her final resting place.
Who had set the fire? She wasn’t sure, but her three wolves flanked her sides and ensured that no one detected their presence. Frankie hadn’t awoken yet. She was still hollowed and adapting to being physically on earth again.
The burning flames flickered over the gloss of her blackened eyes. Her face held no emotion. She watched with a curious emptiness, but could not turn away.
The fire enticed something within her.
The pack sounded an alarm once smoke was detected from the town, where most residents were busy themselves. The firefighters arrived quickly.
“Who started this
