Leah Carter’s Point of View
The wind was screaming when we left the mountain. It wasn’t a normal sound, it howled like something alive, something grieving. Snow whipped through the air in wild spirals, covering Emma’s faint scent before it could stretch more than a few steps from camp. Every breath burned cold. Every heartbeat throbbed with fear.
Kael was ahead of me, his cloak snapping in the wind, his sword drawn and glowing faint gold to guide our way through the dark. Seraya followed behind, silent but sharp-eyed, her dagger in hand. The Oracle had stayed behind, too weak to travel, though her final words echoed in my mind like a warning, “If she reaches the Whispering Tundra, she won’t be alone.”
I didn’t understand what that meant then. I do now. The Tundra wasn’t far, only a few
