Chapter 32
Kris stood at the head of the column, Korrin by her side. The mountains loomed in the distance, taking Kris’s breath away. She’d seen mountains before, of course, but none with the raw beauty of these. The peaks were snowcapped, primal and raw, a fitting place for Shifters to live.
They’d been following a small stream that had slowly grown to a raging river as they neared the source of the melted snowfall. It had taken them days to get this close to the mountains, and it would take another day or two at the least.
“We’re going too slowly,” Korrin muttered. He was rubbing his hand through stubble on his jaw. He hadn’t shaved in the past few days; he’d been too busy trying to keep the trail of wagons moving. Kris had hardly seen him.
“Are we in a rush?”
Korrin shook hi
