The cold felt worse as she walked further, It wasn’t just the kind that hurt… it felt alive, moving through the air like it wanted her gone. The snow was up to her ankles now, soaking through her boots, and every breath hurt but she didn’t stop, she couldn't.

The pull in her chest dragged her forward. The bond burned inside her, pulling her toward something she couldn’t name. Every few steps she fell, stood up and kept going. Her hands were bruised from grabbing at tree trunks she ...