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15 - Lune

Snow

Pools of moonlight landed on her feet.

She stood still breathing in the darkness as Torryn reached out to hold her hand. They were cold and damp. The warmth of his skin eased her pale bloodless palm, but the dark continued to terrify her.

Snow began to tremble. The blackness of the woods made her stomach twist. The bitterness of bile stung her lips as she felt her guts churn. Her legs were jelly, the sweat on her forehead were pins and needles.

"What else are you afraid of?" Torryn voice pierced the humming wind, "Thunder. Darkness. What else?"

The night breeze swooped over the trunks making a sound that Snow was certain resembled words. Thunder. She recalled the first night she met him. A warmth spread her chest as his scent enveloped her.

The sound of drums grew distant as Torryn lead her through the woods. This was the part of Burnwood that she failed to venture. The terrain began to rise as both wolves began an uphill climb. No matter how close they were to their sole source of the light, darkness still engulfed most pats of the woods.

She swallowed and forced her voice steady, "That's about it."

Her voice was brittle. Snow bit her lip in embarrassment. Torryn walked ahead of her holding on to her hand as he tread the steep slope.

"And the void?" Torryn chuckled.

"That too,"

Her eyes were scrambling in the absence of light. It was pitch black. The moonlight only made it worse as it revealed small parts of their terrain. It held no clarity and so little assurance that nothing was lurking in the darkness. It only gave Snow a haunting view of the woods and the shadows where it's but pitch black.

Pure torture. She swallowed as she sighed. Her breath trembled against her throat.

"We're almost there," He assured.

"Well if you where to kill me," the alcohol rose to her temples, "This would be the perfect spot."

The wind blew and another mewl from the woods made Snow shiver. Torryn wasn't bothered as he continued to chuckle.

"Why would I want to do that?" He cleared his throat as he continued, "I'd be awfully lonely without a mate."

Snow's cheeks burned, "Can't you have multiple wives?"

Torryn became silent. The terrain grew steep with each step. He held her waist with one arm and began to drag her up. Snow's feet found the trunks of the trees that grew despite the angulated soil. Her steps landed on soft thick grass. Its blades were small and forgiving. Snow's lips twitched as the blades of green tickled her feet.

"I can have all the wives I want." Torryn answered as he now stood beside her.

They were treading a pathway where the trees and vines neatly cleared. Torryn was behind Snow cradling her back as she pushed her forward. She tread small steps terrified with the sudden encounter with darkness.

"How many do you plan to get?" Snow asked. Her chest pounded as she feared something more than darkness this time.

"How many do you want me to get?" Torryn teased.

As if the darkness did not make her shake enough, Snow had to wrestle a riot forming in her chest. Her stomach twisted and churned. The scent of wine and roast meat rose to Snow's nostrils as she became nauseous. But as Torryn eased his hands on her waist nudging her forward, light appeared like a ray of silver and blue from a distance.