He couldn't help remembering the way Elize saw him when he stood there to stop her. His voice was broken, and he was shaking hard when he peered into her eyes. They were a pale red. She needed blood like now, but the stubborn girl wouldn't feed from him. "Where are we going?" asked Caleb as soon as he mounted the centaur.
Arawn didn't bother to respond as the centaur broke into a gallop, charging through the snow without hesitation. He was one of the fine, proud centaurs, one of the last remaining ones of his tribe and who had been given the charge to look after the enchanted forest. The snow whipped his face and Arawn squinted to see beyond it as he continued to gallop. "Keep the girl warm!" he said and became quiet.
