The wind picks up around us as we ride out of the valley. It is as wild and untamed as the feelings that whirl around in my stomach. Even the mountains seem to move as the gust blows through the grass and the trees.
But the mountains remain whole. And so must I.
I can’t let anyone see I am afraid of the fate that awaits me when we reach the Wolf King.
After a few hours of riding, due to my insistence, we take a break to eat some more bread and hard cheese. Much to Callum’s exasperation.
If I’m honest, I’m not hungry. Every hour we ride brings us closer to the Wolves and a part of me wants to delay what is coming, to prepare myself.
We’re just about to set off again, and Callum is packing up the horse, when the sky opens.
I gasp. I have never seen rain like this—so wild and loud and w
