(HELENA)
What is Daniel waiting for?
It's not the first or even the second time I've stopped. Every few miles, I pause, cock my ear and wait. But he never approaches.
Is he waiting for me to go to him?
I consider it. No.
He's the one who came to Winter Lake, though I have no idea how he tracked me down. If he wants to talk to me, he can come to me. There's no way I'm going to him.
I can't wander around the forest all night. It's so dark that if I wasn't a shifter, I'd have walked into more trees than one, and that was only because I wasn't looking where I was going.
A biting wind started up an hour ago, and as it cuts through the trees and seems to burrow up my jeans and through the gap at the top of my hoodie, it's making me have serious regrets about leaving Eris's house.
When I think of the soft, warm bed, thick comforter, and the scent of something baking drifting up the stairs…
