Lyall
The howling wind whipped harshly against my face and hair as my horse raced through the forest, not stopping even for a moment. Mason let out a groan and turned in my arms and I blanched as his body temperature dropped by the second.
He trembled fervently and was almost as cold as ice. His face was as pale as death, his lips were badly chapped and his teeth chattered furiously. Overall, the situation wasn't looking good and if I didn't get him to a healer on time, he could die.
I grimaced at the horrible thought. I couldn't think about something like that now. I wasn't going to lose my brother— not now, not ever. I pulled him close to my chest, trying to keep him warm and I urged the horse to run faster.
The horse sped across the woods and headed straight for the kingdom. After a
