Chapter 39

The wind began to pick up, an indication of the fouler weather that would be approaching in the next few days. He could smell it in the air, feel the pressure of the atmosphere weighing on his body, alerting him of the incoming danger. The wind blew again, sending small, white particles of snow to dust the ground just beneath the window where they collected into a small mound. These winds brought for a cool breeze which brushed over the young women's flushed body, making her shiver. As she awoke, her body becoming aware of the freezing temperatures and the lack of protection from it, her entire body began to convulse, her teeth clattering together. "No again." The male had begun to associate her trembling to her puking up blood, to which he began to prepare himself to help her, despite hating the sight. "A-Ari?" She couldn't barely form the word from her quaking jaw, chattering but tense. She heard his quick footsteps approach her side, a heavy and warm hand laid across her forehead an