Northstar Vale Adelfí

Antigone’s chest felt tight. He didn’t like that the water had frozen. He did not like the shapes it had created while it had stopped mid-fall. If he gave it too much thought, he could feel bile in his throat. The choking sensation was one that he did not care for. The words of his sister had nearly been lost in his obsessive mania.

Zulema seemed to think she could break it with her paws.

Antigone stopped his pacing and turned his dark eyes upon her.

Try it, he said quietly. She was certainly strong enough. She had nearly grown into her full adult size and she carried muscle beneath the creams and russet of her coat. The boy didn’t think she would fail.