Chapter 12
The moon rose over the trees, full and bright. Mist hung over the forest, slithering this way and that. Cinder had always thought the full moon beautiful until now. But all it meant to her now was fear.
Her breath came out in a fog even though it didn’t seem that cold yet. Soon it would be, though.
The dogs were howling already even though it was far from midnight. The wraith horses could be heard, their neighing echoing through the night, ethereal and ghostly. They didn’t sound like ordinary horses any more than they looked like them.
She ran along the outskirts of the town. She had nowhere to go and no one to go to. She couldn’t risk going to Silver’s cottage. If she was caught harboring a runaway girl of the hunt, who knew what the Dark King would do to her? He’d skinned
