Chapter 4: The Ride to Death
The cart rattled beneath me as we rode through the darkened forest, each bump jarring my already broken body. The cold night air bit at my skin, but it wasn’t the chill that made me shiver.
It was him.
The Lycan.
I kept my eyes low at first, staring at the rough wooden planks beneath me, but the silence was unbearable. I stole a glance up.
All I could see was his back.
Broad. Towering. Unmoving.
Even from behind, the power radiating off him was suffocating. The black cloak he wore shifted with the wind, revealing the way his shoulders tensed as he controlled the beast beneath him.
He didn’t speak.
Didn’t turn.
Didn’t acknowledge my existence in the slightest.
And I knew better than to try and change that.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry.