Ramsey
The air suddenly got heavier flapping through my clothes with such intensity that might even sweep me away if care is not taken.
A chill wind swept through me, but I didn't shiver either. I was used to the cold. The kind that cut through bone. The kind that made you or sharpened you. I fought the urge to open my eyes until the snap of a twig pulled me from my thoughts.
I turned my muscles already tensing, ready for an attack – It was an enemy per se – the infamous Dark One, the scourge of packs and the one who was also laying claims on Lyla. Yet here he was, dressed like a wanderer, a wry, twisted smile on his lips.
"What an unexpected surprise," I said mimicking the way his lips were curled in distaste. "Come to offer your surrender?" I sneered, folding my arms across my chest as I gave him my back, still alert. "If that is not the case, then do what do I owe the pleasure of your dark company?"
I threw it over my shoulders again.
