The carriage ride had been filled with Freya's laughter, a sharp contrast to the silence that hit when we turned the bend and found our path choked by a wall of jagged rock and debris. A landslide.
''Cort, you and your team take the carriages and supplies around the mountain,'' Tristan ordered, his hand steady as he helped Freya down. ''We'll meet you at Boltor tavern. We'll cut through the passage and arrive a few hours before you.'' He turned to Freya, his gaze softening. ''You can stay with the carriage if you'd rather not shift. Either myself of Ty can stay with you.''
''No, that's okay,'' Freya answered, as she frowned at the blocked road. It was obvious she didn't like unexpected things. "Nala doesn't mind shifting. She wants to stretch her legs anyway.''
Inside me, Neo let out a
