Have you ever felt grief so horrifyingly deep you were certain it would consume you, and you wished it would, so you wouldn't have to ever feel this again. When you’re standing in the dark surrounded by light, but can’t see it. How do I come back from this?
***Wolf’s POV***
The harsh wind cut into my face as Isiandor sped through the cold foggy sky. We were going to Baerevhel, where I was to do the most fearful thing in my life. I clutched the black and silver embroidered handkerchief of Istoviir’s, and with a glazed over look in my eyes, we landed in the Sleepless Forest, and I walked into the lake, and there entered the city. I entered as I had done so many times before, but this time, I was reluctant to take each step.
One thousand times my mind wanted me to run away, but I still
