“Look there Aurelia,” Belladonna draws my attention to the northern horizon where through as the dense trees begin to thin a clearing comes into view. Further off are cabins surrounded by flowers and fresh grass. “Two months out of the year the sun beats down on Luna Alba. The Frigid lands.”
In the distance I hear a howl ring through the air, closer to us is an answering howl. My eyes nearly bulge as a pack of wolves runs in step with the carriage, Belladonna cackles.
“Those aren’t shifters, they’re feral wolves who serve the alpha,” Odin explains.
“We should hurry before they decide Orion is a delicious snack.” Belladonna flicks her wrist and the carriage kicks in speed. We pass by evenly spaced out cabins, curious heads cloaked in leathers and furs follow us as we tunnel f
