Chapter 112 A New Path

• Cecilia’s POV
• The cold scent of fir trees mixed with the crisp chill of the snowy night, lingering in the air as the last embers of our campfire fizzled out. Ulysses and I had been in this forest for an entire day, surrounded by nothing but towering trees and the biting cold.
• A sudden, sharp caw pierced through the silence, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see Phoebe, her black wings cutting a thin line through the dim sky before she perched on a nearby branch.