**note: I held my breath for this chapter! for how long? I don't know but when I found myself on the ground, my lungs ailed. I would become so happy with every power stone you consume here.
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Elizabeth dragged her hood closer where the edges could preserve her burning cheeks. The road was rough and the snow was thick. They decreased their pace as the knight did. Four hours wasn't a piece of cake for any rider to move ahead and one hour had passed.
Elizabeth felt that steam began to stream out of her nostril especially.
"Why do we slow down?"
Elizabeth asked Ryan. Gazing around, the moon was offering nice light so they could see around.
Ryan tilted the lariat to a tree near the margin of the road and, touched deeply scuffed on its bark. Elizabeth rode beside him and watched the scratch carefully.
"Not a wolf's paws cause such a trace, what is it, Ryan?"
Elizabeth didn't want to think that was a werewolf but she doubted if that belonged to one.
