Forrest's POV
It all started with a very simple question: How many mini-marshmallows would it take to drive Ash to a psychological breakdown?
The answer, it turns out, was fewer than you'd expect.
Forrest had always operated on instinct. Some wolves used their supernatural senses for hunting, tracking, protecting the pack. Forrest used his to locate the exact moment Ash was at his breaking point and shove him off the edge—usually with a sparkler and an airhorn.
And today? Oh, today was going to be a masterpiece.
The scene: Ash's room. Pristine. Organized. So clean it practically glared.
The trap: a small, seemingly innocent pile of laundry.
The weapon: hundreds—yes, hundreds—of mini-marshmallows, meticulously tucked into every pocket, sock, and sleeve.
He even spelled out "SOFT LIKE YOUR FEELINGS" across the top of Ash's folded shirts in glitter glue.
It wasn't just petty.
It was art.
