LUCAS
Pip is surprisingly resilient to our questions, and we learn nothing else. She's decided to stay silent, even when I let some of Aurum's presence leak out of me, to the point she struggles to breathe.
In the end, we've lost Jericho's trail and still have no answers for Ryder's scent, leaving us aggravated. Pip seems to understand we aren't the enemy, and yet she won't confide in us—probably because I came on too strong from the beginning.
It's going to take us forever to get back to Wolf's Landing at this rate, Vester says as he prods Pip into speeding up her pace once again.
The young Fae has no endurance to speak of.
A deep sigh escapes my lips as I watch Pip stumble through another snowdrift. The sun hangs low on the horizon, and we've made little progress toward Wolf's Landing.
"Stop." My voice cuts through the wind. "Take a break."
Pip collapses into the snow, her purple hair stark against the white. The chains on her clothes jingle as she shivers.
