The relentless wind battered against the worn cabin door, causing it to rattle ominously and allowing icy flakes to slip through the gaps. Inside the cozy yet modest space, the temperature plummeted with each passing moment. The once crackling fire, the sole source of warmth, dwindled as the last remnants of wood fuel were consumed.
While Sterling put on his gloves, preparing to leave, Faye's brow crinkled with concern. She knew he was going to get the firewood for her sake. Faye's heart sank thinking about him wandering about in this icy, wretched storm.
She was aware that, being the creature he was, he likely didn't need a fire to keep warm. However, she was curious if her assumptions were correct, but she was too afraid to ask, and now wasn't the time to get into that discussion.
