Nina was right, the ride across the snowy fields was both bumpy and cold. The wind hit my face like shards of ice slicing through my skin. My eyes watered making it difficult to see, so I simply just held onto Silas tighter and closed my eyes waiting for us to reach wherever it was that they were taking us.
When the great wolf finally did begin to slow, the snow was coming down thickly, making it difficult to see past the end of my nose. Any trace of paw prints were covered as soon as he lifted his foot from the ground.
Through the falling snowflakes, there was an outline of a small brick cottage with a thatched roof. Around the perimeters of the little cottage was a low wooden rail fence, inside were remnants of a overgrown but once very much loved garden, with a small plot of vegeta
