Abrielle's bad luck struck again, the horses lost control and ran straight into the storm. The sky turned dark with heavy clouds hanging above, it was so dark that it was hard to believe this was noon.
They were still a bit far from the mountains, and the capital was hours away. By now, there was no turning back, but this was still safer than the rest who got caught up in the storm while ascending the narrow roads of the mountains.
The ride was chaotic, the horses running rampage into the storm that blew in the forest, making visibility hard. They could not turn back and could only advance.
The couch man's grip tightened on the reins as he tried to control the horses. Zoltana, who was seated in front, silver eyes narrowed. Instinctively she knew there was something wrong about the storm.