The Cold She wolf

The poisonous wind blew aggressively against the trees as the sky roared and flashed in anger. The night was cold and darker than black itself. The dark clouds covered every ray of moonlight as she ran through the forest. The woman was tall with white hair, icy blue eyes, and blue lips. She carried a little girl in her arms pressed against her big stomach, running with the wind on her feet

The ground froze as she ran, looking around with fright. Her life and that of her daughter were in danger and she knew she couldn't save them. She was pregnant, almost nine months, and very weak, yet she ran with her might

"Cyrus, please answer me," she cried telepathically to her husband, she was met with harsh silence, "Don't worry, baby, you'll be fine," she whispered to the girl in her arms, coming to a stop at a tree. She could hear the barks and feet of her enemies closing in. "We can't both die," she mused, staring at the big willow tree. She walked towards it and with one stomp of her foot, a thick ice column sprouted from the ground, lifting her and the baby off the cold, white ground. She placed her daughter in the tree covered by thick and big leaves then sighed.

"Mommy, what's going on?" She sobbed.

"My beautiful Wynter, they want the cold stone in my heart and your crystal heart. I can never let them take it to her or this world is doomed."

"Who is her?"

"The ice queen, my auntie… I can't explain, I have no time but just promise me you won't move. Stay here and wait for your father or the vessel of the universe, she will explain. Promise me you won't move."

"Mom…"

"Wynter, promise me."

"I won't," the child whispered, "be careful, mommy," the woman looked back, feeling them getting closer.

"I love you, My Wynter, if you see your brother after this, tell him that he will always be my venomous frost and I love him too," she smiled, tears rolling down her cheeks. She kissed her forehead and the ice pillar leveled down.