Dominic’s POV:
My wings spread open wide and followed the wind for hours, upon hours, the long strand of orange long faded behind me and my scales growing sore against the piercing and colder clouds of the frosted land below me. This is where the wolves stay, their packs hidden between the snow-capped mountains and the frost-tipped trees. I keep pushing forward, sometimes swooping low to gather my senses and keep myself awake as I can feel the toll this war has had on my body and the day is reaching its end. I don’t want to give up on Charlotte, but the next land is all but a dark void. A cold current runs down my spine at the thought. That is where people with darkness go to live out the last of their days. My eyes try to search the dips of land below me for any sign of my mate and my n
