Chapter 46 (Prayer To The Moon)
THIRD PERSON’S POV
If there was one thing that the wolves praises, it is the moon. As the cold night wind hugged every fiber of her being, Eviarah walked on the stone path towards the mountain. She was wearing a white silken robe that shone against the light of the moon. Her steps were light as if she was afraid to create a sound that might destroy the sleepers at night. Her bare feet was numb as she continuosly wallked on the cold path. The flowing water on the river creates a rhythmic flowing sound that appeals to her ears.
The bushes became thicker and the light of the moon was blocked by the thick foliage when she entered the sacred sanctuary, a temple made only for those who will pray for straight 12 hours to the moon. When finally she stopped, she
