The digital clock on Valeria's bedside table glowed at 1:22am, its pale green numbers were the only light in her room besides the silver wash of moonlight spilling through the window. Snow continued to drift lazily beyond the glass, softening the world outside until the forest looked almost dreamlike. On any other winter night she would have found it beautiful. Tonight, she barely looked at it.
She sat cross-legged on the floor with Wolf curled against her, her fingers buried deep in the thick fur around his neck. The husky had refused to sit anywhere else. Ever since Azaria had disappeared and Theon had been carried unconscious into the house, he had wandered restlessly from room to room, stopping outside Theon's room where Azaria had been staying before eventually padding into Valeria's bedroom. He hadn't left since.
