Chapter 59

Eira's coat glistened from sweat in the low light of the wintery sun. Her breath was laboured, and her pink tongue flapped in the wind.

They had been galloping over the crusty frost-covered fields forever.

Both of them were desperate for a moment of rest. But the demon had sealed the fog and the only way out.

So instead, Nueva and her bestial wolf were trapped and locked away from their earthly world, running tirelessly to escape the imposing peril.

Eira cut over the fields into the quiet woodland, darting between the weighty branches bowing down to the white land.

The fresh, clean air was loaded with the unmistakable scent of snow. Dirty clouds floated over the sky with the promise of an impending refill of crystal stars.

Suddenly the faint whispers returned. "Make fire with ice." The woman's voice sang beautifully with the winnowing breeze.

"I don't understand?" Nueva groused, confused. But the voice only repeated the exact words.

"Eira, do you hear a woman's voice? Nueva asked her