LOGINEyes in the Darkness
The hunt had begun. Those four words spread through White Fang Palace before sunrise. Not through announcements. Not through orders. But through whispers. Fearful whispers. The Shadow Hunters had crossed into White Fang Territory. They were no longer distant enemies hidden beyond the mountains. They were here. Close. WatEyes in the Darkness The hunt had begun. Those four words spread through White Fang Palace before sunrise. Not through announcements. Not through orders. But through whispers. Fearful whispers. The Shadow Hunters had crossed into White Fang Territory. They were no longer distant enemies hidden beyond the mountains. They were here. Close. Watching. Waiting. And everyone knew who they had come for. Summit Angel Warm. The next morning felt unusually quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that made people nervous. Sam sat near her bedroom window, staring at the snowy landscape outside. Normally, White Fang Territory felt alive. Warriors trained. Servants hurried through the palace. Guards changed shifts. Life
The Hunt Begins The garden fell silent. Not the peaceful silence of snowfall. Not the comfortable silence Sam had shared with Froz moments ago. This silence was different. Heavy. Dangerous. The kind of silence that arrived before a storm. A portrait. Someone had been carrying a portrait of her. Not a drawing made recently. Not a rough sketch. A portrait. Detailed enough to recognize. Detailed enough to hunt. Detailed enough to kill. Froz’s expression became terrifying. Instantly. The warmth from moments ago disappeared completely. The gentle man standing beside her vanished. The Alpha returned. Cold. Ruthless. Deadly. “Take me to it.”
The Woman in the Portrait The garden fell silent. Completely silent. Even the wind seemed to stop. Sam stared at the scroll in Deph’s hand. Her mother’s information. After all this time. After all these years. After countless questions without answers. Finally— There might be something. Something real. Something that could explain everything. Deph’s usual playful expression had vanished. Entirely. The Woods Alpha looked serious. Focused. Almost troubled. Which immediately made Sam nervous. Because Deph rarely looked troubled. Very rarely. “What did you find?” The question escaped her instantly. The Woods Alpha looked toward her. Then toward Froz. Then back toward her. As though deciding how much to reveal. Finally— He sighed. “Not here.”
The Scar Beneath the Ice The next morning felt different. Not because of the storm. Not because of the Shadow Hunters. Not even because White Fang Territory remained under heightened security. It felt different because of what had happened the night before. For the first time— Sam had seen beneath the ice. Beneath the cold Alpha. Beneath the legend. She had seen the wounded man hidden underneath. And somehow— That frightened her more than any enemy. Because now she understood something dangerous. Something she could no longer deny. She cared about Froz White Fang. Far more than she should. The palace dining hall was unusually quiet. Most warriors had already departed for patrol duties. The investigation into the Shadow Hunters continued. Every territory in the North had become alert. Everyone was searching for answers. Un
Hidden Truths The palace had not slept. Not truly. Not after the attack. Even as dawn arrived over White Fang Territory, tension still lingered in the air. Warriors patrolled every corridor. Scouts came and went without rest. Servants whispered among themselves. Everyone knew something had changed. The rogues had not attacked the territory. They had attacked Sam. And that terrified everyone. Especially Froz White Fang. Sam woke slowly. Her body still felt weak from the power she had unleashed during the attack. Sunlight filtered through her bedroom window. The warmth should have been comforting. Instead, she felt restless. Uneasy. As if invisible eyes were watching her. The same feeling she had experienced since her powers awakened. A knock suddenly echoed from the door. Before she could answer— The door opened. And Froz entered. Sam blinked. Immediately. Because the Alpha looked exhausted. Dark circles rested beneath his eyes. His hair was slightly messy. His expre
The Rescue The ballroom fell silent. No one moved. No one breathed. The wounded warrior remained kneeling in the center of the hall, blood dripping from his torn uniform onto the polished floor. His chest rose and fell violently. His face was pale. Terrified. And that terrified everyone else. Because White Fang warriors were not easily frightened. They were raised for battle. Raised for bloodshed. Raised to face death without hesitation. Yet the man before them looked like he had seen a nightmare. A real nightmare. “My Alpha…” The warrior swallowed hard. “The northern patrol has been destroyed.” Gasps echoed throughout the hall. Several nobles turned pale. Others immediately began whispering. Fear spread through the room like wildfire. Froz’s expression hardened instantly. The warmth from moments ago disappeared. The Alpha returned. Cold. Powerful. Deadly. “How many?” The question came quietly. Dangerously quietly. The warrior lowered his he







