Theo’s POV
The journey down into our hidden camp took us nearly a whole day.
After we killed the rogue wolves in the narrow mountain pass, we kept moving. We didn't stop to rest, and we didn't stop to eat.
The snow was very deep, sometimes coming up to our knees. My boots felt like blocks of heavy ice, and my legs were burning from the constant walking because our wolves were having a hard time working in the narrows steeps so we had to walk.
We were deep in the lower lands now, far away from the Kingdom.
But as the hours passed, something felt very strange. The entire journey was a lot quieter.
After that first bloody ambush, the forest went was dead silent. No more rogue wolves. No dark witches. The wind howled, and the snow fell, but the path was empty.
We walked through dark st
