CHAPTER 45

Onyx

The sky was getting dark and the twinkling stars were covered occasionally by the thick clouds. The breezes were blowing and chills were sent to the bones.

The werewolves were able to tolerate the coldness by creating temporary heat but it has become difficult for Fiarra to stand in the snowy land.

“I refused your request because I knew you would be in danger.” I whispered to Fiarra.

“This is not danger, but harsh weather. If I had any idea that...