"Stay with me, Abigail," the softness of my mother's voice whispers through my mind and gives me strength.
I cling to the remembered sound of her words as the last of the shadows fade out, their darkness dissolving into the air.
I feel the hold of fear loosen, slipping backward into the depths from where it came.
We're still standing battered and bruised but alive.
The pack closes in tight, heavy breathing from each, a staccato echo in the stillness, peering out into the dark expanse, watching for any sign of another threat.
There is no wind for one silent moment; then we are moving again, trudging deeper into the Shadowlands.
With every step we take, as we close in on the relic's location, the darkness coagulates-as if the air itself solidified around us.
It is like moving throug
