Celeste
The Wilderness
Antarctica
This has to be a dream. This is another dream, right? I’ll wake up and I won’t leave the camp, or I’ll grab a radio, a compass, something! Anything! I won’t get lost, he won’t find me, I won’t—
I stared at the crevasse; vision blurry from my tears. It was making my goggles fog up, but I didn’t dare pull them off to wipe, afraid the bitter wind would turn my tears to ice.
Not that I’d deserve less.
I’d never intended to hurt him, much less kill him. I didn’t push him off the ledge, but I might as well have. If I wasn’t out here, his wolf would just be running around. He wouldn’t have come for me, and Fenris wouldn’t have had to throw himself into the schism to keep self-control.
A fresh wave of tears rolled down my cheeks, and I shuddered. “I’m so so
