The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

Chapter 31
As we left Saion’s Cove and passed through the Pillars of
Atlantia once more, we caught Vonetta up on all that had
happened since we’d last seen her. The sorrow she felt for
Beckett lingered long after she’d taken her wolven form, and
we crossed the meadow of flowers.
The journey to Spessa’s End was as hard and fast as
Jasper had warned, much more brutal than when we’d
crossed over from the Wastelands. Under the canopy of red
leaves, we stopped only to take care of personal needs and
allow Setti and the wolven to rest and eat.
I busied myself by seeking out each wolven I caught
sight of and reading their imprints. Vonetta reminded me of
her brother, woodsy. But instead of cedar, her imprint was
like white oak—and vanilla. Her father reminded me of rich
soil and cut grass—an earthy, minty feeling. Others were
similar, reminding me of cold mountains and warm waters. I
followed each of their imprints, repeating it over and over
until all I needed to do was look at one of them to find their
imprint. When I spoke to Vonetta through the cord the first
time, I might’ve given her a small heart attack.
We crested the mountains as night fell, and the mist…it
was different. Only thin vapors trailed along the mossblanketed
ground instead of the thick mist that obscured the
trees and the steep drops.
“I think it’s you,” Casteel had said as Setti rushed on.
“You said you thought the mist reacted to you before. You
were right. It must’ve recognized your blood.”