#Chapter46

Cold drafted around me in a vice like grip, I couldn't escape it as I huddled my body together for warmth. Days of being poisoned made me more susceptible to the feeling of cold, something I was not used to.

My thoughts wondered to Breya; I couldn't hold pity for myself when she was a human. I've only experienced a few days of what surviving the bitter cold feels like. She has had winters upon winters to survive.

A small smile pulls at my chapped lips as I thought back to the first time we met. Her teeth had been chattering no stop I could hear them through the...