Chapter 9 The Northern Journey

• The morning frost crunched beneath their boots as the trio made their way through the dense forest. Bobby pulled her jacket tighter around her shoulders, watching her breath form small clouds in the frigid air. Three days into their journey toward the Onyx Moon Pack, the temperature had dropped considerably with each mile they traveled north.
• "Donna, you never answered my question yesterday," Bobby called out, adjusting her backpack straps. "About Lykaios and the prophecy."
• Donna paused mid-step, her shoulders tensing visibly. She turned slowly, meeting Bobby's expectant gaze. "Some knowledge carries a price, Bobby. Are you certain you want to pay it?"