oods-like a whisper over the world, like a breath
as she struggled through the thicker and thicker shroud of white. The wicker basket next to her bumped against her
the path
e it'd
snow. The sky, which had been pale gray, was now bruised lavender's color. Her hands thr
fr
wolf.
these woods. Of a prince who had once been disobedient to the gods, transformed into
that frighte
ye
ked something in her chest. It
e up to her knees, and the wind lashed her eyes. A momentary
ing dark and enormous sti
brea
e snowed ground, blood bubbling up like ink through its matted coat. One of its
uld have left things just as
the wolf began
. Radi
ment, she fe
ees next to the creature. Her fingers trembled, not with
owed now. Snow drifted
," she whispered, "but I wo
ad and shoulders. Her heart was racing. Her magic-reflexiv
e darkness, she thou
came
snow, wind, and the beginning of