Chapter 61
Chapter sixty-one
Everly
We follow the nomads on foot, leading our horses by the reins.
Riding feels rude and out of place when they are walking.
The silence between us is thick, filled with a cautious tension that hangs in the cold air.
Everyone remains on high alert, their gazes flicking back and forth, every muscle taut and ready.
Only a few of us seem at ease—Iridessa, Onora, the wolves, and, surprisingly, me.
Iridessa and Onora walk with quiet confidence.
They all do, their movements light and effortless through the snow.
Even their feet do not sink into the snow like ours.
Anika and Nymeria pad along at my side, tails low but relaxed, their heads turning occasionally to meet my gaze, as if reassuring me they’re watching over us all.
I cast a sideways glance at Iridessa, and she catches my eye, giving a small, reassuring smile.