Chapter 20
Louisa’s POV
The black wolf took me on his back and bolted.
He dashed among rocks and branches without any effort.
His black mane was like a waving flag in the air.
I didn’t know how long we had run before he stopped in a meadow land deep down inside a valley.
Beautiful flowers in all colors were scattered among waves of verdant grass.
A crystal clear creek was slowly running down from the snow—covered mountain in distance.
He crossed his legs and lay down on the grass, so I could climb down his back.
I couldn’t walk further because my legs were shaking.
I was very excited because of the ride.
I fell to the ground and leaned against his belly.
I looked up, there wasn’t a single trace of cloud in the endless stretch of cerulean sky.
