(Aria)
The wagon lurches forward and I grip the side to steady myself. My other hand rests on my belly where the baby has been kicking all morning. Octavia sits beside me with her hand on her weapon. Reid and another guard ride behind us on the second wagon.
The snow is falling harder now. Fat white flakes that stick to everything and make the road disappear under a blanket of white. The horses struggle to pull the wagons through the growing drifts.
"How long until we reach the safe house?" I ask Octavia.
"Four hours if the weather holds. Six if it gets worse."
I look back at the five wagons behind us. One hundred and thirty pack members trusting me to get them to safety. Children, elderly, pregnant women, anyone who couldn't fight when Magnus attacked.
Julia sits in the third wagon
