Isadora's POV
I was utterly drained and exhausted because of the earlier challenges I had encountered before Fenris had to pull me up on my feet. The wind blew extremely hard, the climate was arid, and dusk brought dark colours to the village of Howling Hills, which has turned most buildings and vicinities dirty and tattered.
Fenris, looking extremely worried and resolved in the set of his tough externalities, held me up with his strong arms.
"Come with me," he said gently.
But I became very wary of his spoken words, making me question whether he was truly serious or kidding me.
"I'm not sure I should go anywhere with you because I barely know you that well," I replied, my eyes darting around the dimly lit street with apprehension. The thought of following a stranger to an
