Chapter Seven – The Southern Road'I'm cold,' murmured Nineve. She snuggled closer to Cal, and he wrapped his arm tighter about her. Usher glanced at them and tried not to think of how cold, wet and miserable he was also feeling.
'Shhhh, go to sleep,' he heard Cal mutter. 'You'll soon forget about the cold.' They pulled the wet fur higher around themselves and Cal glanced up as Usher threw more sticks onto the fire. It crackled and spat as the flames took a reluctant hold on the wet wood.
Above them, wind gusted, moaning and whistling through branches that creaked unseen in the inky blackness of the night. They huddled down, waiting for the rush of cold air to reach them beside the fallen oak that was their only shelter, and resigned themselves to a night of discomfort and torment.
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