Lyanna
Within a few hours of our trek to Athgar, we were covered by the deepest mist. Barely able to see what's in front of me, I was pressed hard against Silas body hardly any space between us. Jon, Ryker and four more soldiers were following behind us. Which each passing hour, the mist got thicker. I could feel Silas warm breath against my cheeks, his left arm had found a way underneath my dress and now rests my thighs the another controlling therein. I tensed from the warmth but soon relaxed and cherish the sensation.
"How can you see where we're going?" I questioned
"I can't, I trust my horse." He chuckles
"Great," I said drawing my breath, my grip on the horn of the saddle tightened.
"Listen. Close your ears and listen to the forest. It will be your guide." Frowning, all I could hear was the winds and leaves. "No fair, your wolf heightens your senses." He laughs, throwing his head back.
