Chapter 55Standing in a foot of white that blocked out the afternoon sun, Rune peered through the white, his arrow notched in readiness. It was there, whatever it was that Rune had seen just beyond the snows.
He shifted his position, and followed the trail of prints into the wood. The snows that had started three days ago still fell thick and heavy along the East Road, making the journey back to Lorlenalin an arduous one. Less than an hour out from the White Opal, a surge of Seidr drew Kallan's attention toward the Alfheim wood, and a tuft of fur from a fox tail caught Rune's eye. After sending the caravan on ahead, Rune slipped into the forest.
Rune closed in on the orange light reflected in the snow at the end of the trail. He slowed, bringing his bow eye-level. Staring down his arrow'
