What will we trade when the money runs dry? When the cupboards are bare and there’s still mouths to feed?
Hansel looks at me now with the devil in his eyes. There’s only one who can save me from the fate Hansel has planned--my Ghost in the darkness, my wolf.
But Ghost is forced to leave without knowing Hansel’s bartering the only thing we have left. Me. And I don’t think he’ll be back to save me.