Waking in the chair, a quilt covered Clover's lap as her eyes struggled to open, dazed, she saw white, but when they focused she was let down to see it be simply a woman in a white cloak, not a sheep. 

“You’re scowling at me.” The woman said with a grin, she had no pupils, only eyes that were dark as night. hair the color of blood, and antlers. 

“You’re not a sheep.” Clover said bluntly, as she heard the woman let out a soft laugh. 

“Keen eye.” She said, almost teasingly, when footsteps echoed. 

“Oh! Clover, you’re awake.” A soft voice said as Mister Ram walked down the stairs, his hooves tapping on the wood. 

“Whose the lady?” Clover said bluntly and he scurried over. 

“Treat her with respect, this is the lady of the Moon, she’s a known fortune teller.” He said, but Clover didn’t seem intrigued. 

“I’ve come to read your story.” The woman said, and Clover moved herself up, glaring at the woman. 

She didn’t trust her…..

“I don’t want to.” Clover said plainly as Mister sheep put his hands on her shoulders. 

“Please? You’d get to know who you are.” He said with a smile. 

She knew he wanted to help but…she was happy as she was, not knowing, but when she looked into his eyes, she knew she couldn’t refuse, even if she didn’t care who she used to be…

Deep inside her she knew it best not to remember… 

Slowly, the Fortune teller reached for her hand, and the moment she did a red door appeared in both their minds, one with a wolf dragging her inside as a scream filled both their ears. 

Panic settled in as Clover jumped back, Quentin catching her as she screamed and begged. 

“I don’t want to go back to the door! Please!” It all happened so quickly, no one knew how to react. 

The fortune teller stunned on the floor as Mister Ram scooped Clover up into his arms and she hid in his neck. 

“She’s…..” The fortune teller mumbled. 

“She’s a monster!! You must behead her!” She screamed, pointing her crooked nail. 

“No she’s not!! She’s just scared!” Mister Ram yelled back. 

“Kill her!! Gut her and feed her to the wolves!” 

From the distance, Sabrina and another hunter stood up, when a clap silenced everyone. 

“Enough…...” Presscott said sternly, and everyone froze, a bitter silence filling the room. 

“Quentin….take her outside and calm her….” Presscott said as the Teller started to speak, but with one glare she was silenced. 

Snapping his gloved hands, Sabrina and the hunter sat back down, and an eerie calm filled the home. 

Lifting her by her knees, Quentin took her outside, the sun having just begun to rise as a chill filled the air. 

Setting her on a stone wall, he pried her hands from his clothes as he sat down beside her, wrapping his cloak around her. 

“I’m sorry….I figured you’d want to know more and…” His ears lowered, and he fiddled with his hands. 

And he also wanted to know more, she was a mystery, she had been at his side for an entire week yet all he knew was that she liked sheep, he was hoping Lady Moon would be able to help…. 

“There’s a door….” She said quietly, and he stilled, turning his way, her eyes beamed red. 

“And I don’t want to go back…I don't want to remember…” Her voice cracked as tears began to drip down her face, and guilt spread across his own. 

Oh….so she’s choosing not to remember and I forced her to…..

Bowing his head, he felt so horrible he couldn’t even apologize….so he leaned closer. 

“You can pet me if you want…” He whispered as a soft giggle left her lips, tears falling onto her dress as she reached over and began rubbing his head. 

Her fingers traced his horn as she pressed her face against his head, it was as soft as the wool back then….

Don’t remember….you aren’t ready yet….

Closing her eyes, she whispered into his ears. 

“I want an axe, can we get one?” Hearing her no longer cry, he perked up and smiled. 

“Yeah!! We can go right now!” and so, he took her hands and together they went into town. 

Inside, Slamming her hands on the table, the Fortune teller spoke. 

“She is a misfortune, pure evil, you must kill her Presscott!!” Her voice filled with an uncanny hate. 

“And if I don’t?” The cat laughed, his sharp yellow eyes looking down at her. 

“She is but a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” The fortune teller spat. 

“So am I…..” Presscott growled, as the woman flinched, and he laughed, turning on his heel. 

“We’re all wolves here…..” He said, snapping his fingers as his eyes for a second glowed, and the Fortune teller never came back….

“Why would you choose the girl over Lady Moon?” Sabrina asked, hours after the matter as Presscott sat in his study. 

Looking into her eyes, he smiled and simply said. 

“Because a fed wolf won’t bite its master.”