#Chapter 9: Puzzle Pieces

Elara “I said, get out!” Ella let loose a rather impressive little snarl. When I glanced down at her, she had her fangs bared and I could see the fuzzy tips of little wolf ears poking out through her strands of hair, clear signs of a pup’s anger. She was adorable when she was angry, I had to give her that. But then my gaze fell on something behind her. It was a half-finished puzzle spread out on the floor. The colorful pieces formed the beginnings of a vibrant landscape depicting green fields filled with horses, but many sections remained incomplete. It was an awfully big and complex puzzle for such a little girl. “What’s that?” I asked, pointing. She narrowed her eyes at me and closed the door a little further. “None of your business.” “You’re working on a puzzle?” I asked, ignoring her ire. “I just so happen to be a puzzle expert, you know.” Ella glared up at me through her eyebrows, displeasure evident in her gaze. Without a word, she looked away and ret