Chapter 42
The Frostfang Pass
The second morning of the journey dawned beneath a sky of pale silver.
A bitter wind swept down from the Frostfang Mountains, carrying snow that stung every patch of exposed skin.
The towering peaks seemed close enough to touch now.
Their white summits disappeared into thick clouds, giving the impression that the mountains themselves held up the heavens.
The expedition rode in silence.
Even the horses sensed something unusual.
"They're nervous," Captain Darius muttered.
Draven glanced toward the cliffs.
"So are the wolves."
His enormous black wolf paced restlessly beneath his skin.
Kael felt it too.
"There are too few birds."
I looked up.
He was right.
The sky was empty.
No eagles.
No ravens.
No sound except the wind.
It was as though natur
