The destiny of Frost: part two

The hand spread fully across the moon, then flew off of it. It landed outside of the cave, and took the form of another direwolf, but still deep, dark red. “Oakheart,” it rasped, “ Give me the one, and you may live. If you refuse, all you know shall spoil, ruin, and die. You have a week to decide.” It gazed at Frost, and he was petrified. It was as if his fears and nightmares had come to life and were straight in the things gaze. It’s eyes glowed a ruby crimson color, then it dissolved into the night. “Frost? Frost!” Moona yelled, but Frost could barely hear her. He felt as though he was fading, fading away, into an unknown and chilling darkness. But just as he was about to be pulled away, a familiar howl woke him. Oakheart was right in front of Frost. “Come, Frost. We must talk…”

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