CHAPTER 221
The snow swallowed the sound of her footsteps, but the heavy, deliberate drag of her dark velvet cloak against the drifts felt incredibly loud in the dead silence of the ridge. Isabella didn't look back.
She kept her chin high, her gloved fingers still throbbing where her nails had tried to force their way through the skin just minutes prior.
The icy wind howled through the skeletal branches of the pine trees, carrying the ever-growing stench of sulfur and old zinc straight down her throat, but she welcomed the burn.
It kept her grounded. It kept the cold, vicious rhythm of her Lycan blood pulsing behind her navel.
She had only made it ten yards down the narrow, treacherous incline before the crunch of heavy boots shattered the quiet behind her.
"Isabella, wait."
