Riley

The sun was just rising over the high snowy mountain peaks as I unlatched the heavy wooden bar from the front door, and the cold morning air washed into the small cabin while Fantine stepped out right beside me with her boots laced up tight and her twin daggers tucked securely into her leather belt. The blizzard had completely stopped during the night, leaving a thick layer of fresh white snow across the entire clearing, but before we could even take ten steps down the wooden stairs toward the main trail, the distinct, wild scent of unbonded mountain wolves filled my nose, and my wolf instantly surged forward to...