Her thirst for vengeance
Glorielwhile i was dying, my husband was with the love of his lifeafter faking my death my alpha husband went mad novelmy husband wants me deadi thought my husband's wife was dead ending
But beyond the physical inconvenience of it, there was nothing.
No supernatural shifting paths. No sounds that shouldn't be there. No creeping sensation of being observed by something ancient and intentional. Just dark, overgrown, uncooperative forest that smelled of damp soil and old bark and absolutely nothing else.
I kept waiting for something to happen and nothing did.
"Is it always like this at the beginning?" I asked, pushing a branch out of my face.
"No," Thorin said, cutting through a particularly stubborn section of undergrowth ahead of me. "Usually it starts immediately."