Frozen.

TWELVE

Hello!

I totally meant to upload this days ago, but I forgot. I'm sorry.

This story takes me forever to write because I want to get it right and as perfect as I can. So hopefully I'll update again super soon.

I'm really sorry about that.

Now, please read this and leave any comments and/or thoughts and opinions you have. Constructive criticism is very welcome.

Thank you all so much for reading. I really appreciate it and hope you all love this story as much as I do. (Mostly because Tarn is a sexy beast) ;)

So read and enjoy guys.

Until next time.

R .x

I exited my fathers office in complete confusion and headed down to the wolf pen with Delora clinging firmly to my shoulder.

"Miss Ashana?" She whispered in my ear.

"Yeah?" I replied to her. I felt her shuffle around my shoulder before she planted herself in what felt to me like a sitting position.

"Do you know of the story of the White Queen?" Shock washed through me at just how familiar her question was to Tarn's on the first day we got here.

"I only know what Tarn told me, sweetie. She's a prophecy. She hasn't become herself yet." I turned my head to look at the small creature on my shoulder and saw her grinning like an evil pixie about to burn someone's house down. I looked at her with a blank expression.

"Early winter she shall rise. When the full moon burns she shall blaze." Delora sang quietly into my ear, chanting the words like they would save a world from an impending doom. My breath stuck in my throat as I watched her sing intently. What was she talking about?

Finally, I made it to the wolf pen in the outdoor area of the castle. The garden's were immaculately pruned and kept. In the far corner was a huddle of red and black roses that looked sharp enough to cut a metal pipe in half. Beside that was an area full of the strangest, most beautiful plants I'd ever seen. They ranged from extraordinarily tall to exceedingly short and had bright peach coloured blossoms covering not only the branches but the trunks as well. Outlining the pen were normal looking daisies that were coloured an abnormal shade of purple and orange mixed together.

I truly was in a different world.

The window of the wolf pen was slammed open, making me jump in shock. I heard Delora scream and cling tightly onto my shoulder. A sharp, stinging pain burned through my shoulder from what was probably a deep scratch. I winced and reached my hand up to get Delora off my shoulder. She slipped onto my hand and looked up at me like a puppy who'd just been told off.

"Miss, are you okay?" Her voice was quiet and shamed. I nodded and wrapped a piece of fabric from my dress around her small shoulders. Once I placed her on my other shoulder I slightly pushed the sleeve off my scratched shoulder to see the wound. The scratch was deep and oozing clear blood and a green coloured liquid that made my head swim.

"Ma'am, you alright?" A loud, booming voice filled the air. My body started to feel dizzy and nauseous, but I nodded and moved up to the window where the voice had come from. Behind it was a small, dwarf like gremlin-faerie mix. His eyes were big and green and made him look like an adorably ugly creature.

I half-heartedly smiled at him, trying not to let on the pain in my shoulder.

"I came to visit my wolf, Keira." I whispered. He turned to a book and scribbled something down in a chicken scratch crawl and a language I couldn't decifer.

"Do ye have a key?" His accent was just like that of my father and Tarn and it made me wonder if there was a language here that wasn't ij any way related to English.

I nodded and held the key out to him. He grabbed and then led me out into the interior of the pen. The wolf pen was nothing like what I expected. I had thought there would have been cage like pens lining the walls and saw dust and straw lining the floors, but what I saw was no where near. The wolves all roamed freely, interacting and pouncing playfully. There was a complete array of different kinds of wolves; all of which were just the slightest bit different to normal Earth wolves. I stood in awe for a moment, watching the wolves naturally playing and sleeping. They really were beautiful.

"The wolves are able to roam up to 3 kilometers outside of this here pen. But, it'll be in there somewhere. What's her name?" The small little pixie man strolled up beside me. I looked down at him, wobbly on my feet and noticed just how small he was. His head only just managed to reach the top of my knees when he stood barefoot on the cemenet.

"Keira." I whispered. He looked at me with wide eyes.

"You've got yourself a mighty wolf there, girl." I smiled and then remembered what he'd said.

I stepped into the pen and took a few steps in. The wolves all turned to watch me intently, freezing what they were doing. My heas began to swim and vision began to fade between clear and black. I felt myself swaying on my feet.

The last thing I saw before I went down was the crowd of wolves running towards me.