???'s P.O.V

I heard howling outside. "Ashlie, be quiet!" I shouted.

The howling stopped and a wolf trotted in from the balcony. It plonked down in front of me. "But Nick, I'm bored." It transformed into Ashlie. She was frowning.

"And the others are tired."

Ashlie rolled her eyes. She plonked down on the couch just next to a sleeping Jon. She turned off the TV. "I have a bad feeling about Frisk," she said.

I sat on the arm of the chair. "Same. She just had those... vibes, ya know?" I replied.

"We need to go check on her."

"I saw her and Cory with Shelby," Jon was now awake, rubbing his eyes.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

I sighed. "I just... what if Shelby transformed her?" I asked. Being wolves, we got strange feelings when another mythical creature is nearby. It was like a sixth sense. And every creature had a... scent, per say. For example, a phoenix has a burning smell. And I could smell blood from Shelby every time she passed. I could smell blood from Frisk. "That's it. Tomorrow we're figuring out how to get to their world," I announced.