111 Searching for Klaus

Cecilia’s POV

Things were not progressing as smoothly as I had hoped.

The wolf den was vast, with random entrances, and I couldn’t be certain how far I was from where Emilia had entered. On top of that, this cursed place was nothing but a frozen wasteland of snow-capped mountains and barren stone. It felt like I had been plunged into a perpetual winter, and I was woefully unprepared for it.

After leaving the warmth of the hot spring, I was greeted by an endless expanse of white. Snow stretched as far as my eyes could see.

Ulysses led me down the mountain slope until we reached the foot of the hills. There, nestled within the snow, was a small forest of fir trees and low-lying shrubs. I found a dry stump to sit on while Ulysses, ever composed, built a fire with methodical precision.