C28 CHAPTER 27

CHAPTER 27

NEOLA

The wind is cold. I tighten my grip on Luke’s arms as we slowly trek down the mountain with the moon as our only source of light. The mush of snow soaked our jeans, making me shiver.

“Don’t worry,” Luke’s voice trembled as he speak, he puts an arm around me and pulled me close, “I know a place nearby…” He says as he held the trunk of a tree that is weirdly marked with a circle