Dahlia

We keep walking in silence, paws crunching in the snow. I think we are going to die in the storm. That we won’t find shelter before dark, but it’s not long before we crest a hill and see a faint golden light flickering in the distance.

An inn. 

Alaric turns back into a human first and glances over his shoulder. “We shift back to humans here, where no one can figure out we are shape-shifters.”

I hesitate. 

He sighs. “It’s safe here, ...