POV: Thelma
The morning air should have felt cold against my skin. Luna said it was freezing, the kind of cold that bit through layers of clothing and settled into bones. I watched her wrap her cloak tighter, saw the visible shiver that ran through her body, but I felt nothing.
"There's one person who might break your curse," Luna had said the night before, her eyes tired and worried. "An ancient Oracle who lives in the Forbidden Peaks. But the journey is treacherous, Thelma. Many who seek her never return."
I had simply nodded. Fear of death meant nothing to someone who couldn't feel fear at all.
Now, as our group trudged through the snow covered mountain path, I observed them with the detached interest of a scientist studying specimens. Xavier walked closest to me, his eyes constantl
