Noah.
The sudden silence inside the carriage was heavier than the darkness pressing in from all sides.
I stood backed into the far corner of the cabin, my boots braced against the wooden floorboards, my body trembling from the sickening weight of the wolfsbane running through my blood. My head throbbed in agonizing, rhythmic pulses, but every instinct screaming inside me was locked entirely on that brass door handle.
Outside, the crunch of heavy boots on loose gravel came to a halt right beside the carriage door.
Click.
The brass handle turned, and cold, damp night air rushed into the stale cabin as the heavy wooden door swung slowly outward.
