Silence was filling the woods all around you. It was no comforting sound. White Walkers could pass past you every moment without announcing themselves in any way first.
“Are you absolutely sure you know where we’re going?” You get your arm out of Petyr’s grip, stopping for a second to catch your breath.
“I’m wounded you don’t trust me. Why follow me then?”
“I wouldn’t willingly follow you anywhere, you just grabbed me and ran!” Glaring daggers at him you continue, “You’re the least trustworthy person on this entire continent and I don’t doubt for a second that you’d leave me behind if it suited you or helped to save your own skin.”
A smirk crosses his features for a split second before he’s back to his usual unreadable face. He steps closer, reaching his hand out slowly at first before he grabs you and spins you around so your back hits his chest.
He covers your mouth, his mouth moving to your ears so you can feel his breath dancing along your skin.
“Quiet…or I might have to go through with your suggestion. Though it would be a shame love…”
You couldn’t hear it but now that you were concentrating, the shadows and shapes all around became clearly visibl
Are you even native American