The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Chapter 135

Chapter 136- Ella’s dilemma

Ella

I gaze around at the icy mountains, squinting up at the sky. The sun is high overhead, only halfway through its daily journey from East to West. That means it’s about noon… three hours from when I found the passage, according to the bedroom clock. The Prince’s deadline isn’t until dusk, which means there’s still time to get word to Sincalir, assuming I can figure out how to get back to the city.

Suddenly I’m kicking myself for leaving my go-bag behind. My coat wasn’t there because it had been stained and damaged, but I had other clothes inside, things I could layer onto my body to try and provide myself some warmth. I might move faster without the weight, but lightness won’t help me if I drop dead from hypothermia.

Just keep your blood moving. My wolf advises, as long as your heart is pumping it will keep you warm.

Not if I’m sweating. I counter, the liquid will just freeze and kill me faster.

Then stay active, but not so active that you’re sweating. You don’t want to stress the baby anyway. She advises,

Alright. I agree. How far do you think the valley is?

nowhere in sight, so we must be on the wrong slope of the mountain.

sort of climb without gear, and it would certainly take more time than I have to spare. Besides, I’d

Sinclair before he can come after us… we need him to come after us. All we can do is try to stay

certainly a beggar. So do I stay put and walk in circles, or try to descend? I wonder. I don’t want to

risk, but the tunnel had been warmer at least, surely I’d have a better chance if… My thoughts trail off as I turn and see that the rock wall where I’d emerged is tightly shut. Like the fireplace, an interior

trigger the internal mechanism and finding nothing. In the end I’m throwing my body into the rock, tears of frustration streaming down my

sharply, lying in the snow is going to soak your clothes and then we’ll really be screwed. Knowing she’s right, I jump back onto my feet. The tears from frost on my cheeks, and I rub away

warmer than the shaded forest, it’s also lower elevation and I might find shelter for the night. Even as I think it, I know I won’t

the herbs. My wolf reminds me softly, her voice heavy with regret for making the suggestion. If you wake me fully we’ll be able to handle the elements. Wolves are made for the wilderness… you’ll be ten times harder to

Not unless we have no other choice.

do. She remarks sorrowfully, but this is life and

forest… in fact, I bet there is! If the Royal Family uses this tunnels in emergencies I bet there’s some sort of emergency shelter nearby! It would be crazy not to

approves. We keep moving and we look for

a plan, I rub my belly and give a word of comfort to my growing pup. “It’s

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