"Make a left over there your grace! By that moldy bolder!" Gavin yelled instructions to the lycan prince as he struggled to hold on to both the princess' lifeless body, and the prince's thick coat. His arms and fingers were numbing, both from the blistering cold and the weight of the Eira, but he knew he only had to hold on a little while longer and they would arrive at their destination.
At an unwavering speed, Elric followed Gavin's instructions to the letter. Now that his parents had somehow arrived in Gavaria, and Gavin and him had practically attacked the king of the land, he knew that his time was up. If he and Eira didn't perform the reincarnation spell now, they might never get the chance, and if that happened... he may never see his mate ever again.
Elric growled at the disturbing thought, no... he was not going to let that happen, he was going to see Eira again even if it cost him his very soul.
"There! Right there your grace!"