Page 11 of Embers in the Snow


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Please, go away.

I don’t want to die. Not here. Not likethis.

The monsters feast on the carnage for what feels like an eternity.

But all of a sudden, they’re finished, and I hear paws padding softly around my carriage.

Encircling me.

The wolf-creatures growl menacingly.

Go away!I want to scream.Haven’t you had your fill? Do you really need to devour me, too?

Claws scratch against the door.

I poke my head out of the covers and desperately search for something I can use to defend myself, but the cabin is bare.

Maybe I can cover myself in enough layers of blankets that their sharp teeth won’t penetrate.

Don’t be silly.

There are three of them, and they’re huge, each beast about the size of two grown men.

They’ll finish me off as quickly as they finished off my entourage.

The guards, Janvia, the coachman…

They’re all dead!

I’m all alone, just short of making it to the promised refuge of Corvan Duthriss’s castle.

So close.

I was so very close.

I’m sorry, Kastel, Aderick…

There’s a loudthudas one of the cursed beasts sinks his teeth into the carriage’s wooden door.

In the moonlight, I catch sight of a pair of impossibly long and sharp bloodstained fangs as they pierce through the last line of defense.

I scuttle backwards, into the corner, trying to make myself as small as possible.

The fangs are withdrawn.

Crunch.

The damn thing bites through the door again. There’s a crack in the wood now. A few more strikes, and it will well and truly splinter.

But then another of the wolves lets out a low, reverberating growl. There’s an uptick at the end, as it turns from growl into a sort of inquisitive whine.

Almost as if it’s asking the other one a question.

The beast that’s currently trying to break down my door stops and gives off a dissatisfied grunt.

The third one snarls.

Far off in the distance, a bird chirps, its sweet, cheerful song completely at odds with the carnage all around me.

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