Chapter 43. The Impossible Wolf

Rose’s POV

Rose grinned as she walked Aria through the now silent market. For the first time in days, she felt like herself again.

The air was crisp, the silence in the market made her move freely, the scent of grilled meat on her fingers was heavenly. And, Aria, goddess, she was so glad Aria was all right.

Rose had been wanting to check on her friend since the first day, but she had never had the strength nor the opportunity to, not until today at least.

She was just glad that Aria was alive and well.

As they walked through the snow--blanketed market pathway and made small talk, their boots crunched loudly in the now--melting snow, Rose walked beside Aria, trying to make her laugh.

“You don’t know how happy I am to see you up and about,” Rose beamed, “it seems like the news of your grievous injuries has been exaggerated.”

Aria flashed a smile and a nod as she took another bite out of her grilled meat. “Yeah, they were,” she shrugged,