Quivering as the midnight breeze brushed over her skin, goosebumps settled on her body as she continued to follow Alpha Alvin, his hand firmly gripping hers.
He led the way, and Annabelle couldn't help but wonder where he was taking her.
Without a word, Alvin sensed her shiver and turned to look at her, concern in his eyes. The forest around them was eerily silent, devoid of any signs of animal life.
They had been walking for what felt like hours, and Annabelle's stamina was no match for Alvin's. She could take it no longer.
Coming to a halt, she sat down on the forest floor, uncaring of its tidiness, focusing only on relieving her aching feet, and he turned behind to look at her.
When his gaze got locked on her, she shook her head at him, signifying that she couldn't continue their journey.
"I'm tired," Annabelle admitted, her voice laced with exhaustion, as she released her grip from his hand.
