Throwing open her door, she heard Gwydion follow as she raced to the back of the car. A fox tried to lift its head, but it flopped limply back to the ground, a trickle of blood running from its mouth onto the pavement. It looked as if the animal’s back might be broken. The sound of revving engines reached her from the field. Kids on dirt bikes tore through the new growth hay. They must have startled the poor thing toward the road and into the path of her car. As Gwydion approached, Rowan dropped to her knees beside the animal, her eyes filling with tears. They began to fall as she looked up at him. “Is there anything you can do?” “I can put her out of her misery,” he said as he knelt across from Rowan, the fox between them. “Can’t you heal her?” He frowned as he petted the creature’s head. “Sometimes, it’s best to let nature take its course.” “Nature didn’t hurt her. I did.” She glanced at fox panting on the ground. “Please.” He caught her gaze, his bright-green eyes holding her immobile.
