I don’t usually write from dreams. But there’s a first time for everything!
I’ve temporarily named this short story “Cages.” It came from a dream of mine in which I was some sort of shape-shifting bird spirit woman, and I was captured by a pair of hunters. Those hunters have become the father-son duo Elijah and Reverend Malcolm Hall. Malcolm is… unsettled, and Elijah is along for the ride.
What poor luck that they rouse the anger of the Wakewood.