登入The Frozen Throne
The journey began with a secret, not because Froz wanted it that way. Not because Deph suggested it but because the moment news about the Frozen Throne spread beyond the palace walls— The Shadow Hunters would move and everyone knew it. The next morning, White Fang Palace was unusually busy. Warriors prepared supplies. Scouts gathered intelligence.Dreams of the Past The hunt had begun, those four words echoed throughout White Fang Palace long after midnight. The Shadow Hunters knew. They knew about the Moon Heir. They knew about Sam. And sooner or later— They would come. Nobody slept peacefully that night. Not the warriors. Not Metro. Not Queen Rhed. Not Froz. And certainly not Sam. The future Luna lay awake staring at the ceiling. The warning message replayed endlessly inside her mind. The Shadow Hunters know. The Shadow Hunters know. The Shadow Hunters know. Eventually exhaustion won.
The Moon Heir The journey back to White Fang Territory should have felt victorious. The Shadow Hunters had been driven back. The Frozen Throne had been discovered. The truth about the Moonborn Clan had finally begun surfacing and Sam had learned who she truly was. Yet instead of feeling relieved— She felt overwhelmed. The Last Moon Heir. The title echoed endlessly inside her mind. Every hour. Every minute. Every breath. The Last Moon Heir. The future Luna sat atop her horse as the White Fang party traveled through the northern forests. Snow drifted from the sky, the mountains slowly disappeared behind them. And still— She couldn’t stop thinking. The Last Moon Heir. The words felt too big. Too important. Too heavy. She wasn’t a legendary hero. She wasn’t some ancient queen. She was Summit Angel Warm, the rebellious daughter who constantly annoyed her father. The wolf who got into trouble, the girl who accidentally challenged one of the most terrify
My Luna The gates of the Frozen Throne stood before them like the entrance to another world. Ancient. Silent. Untouched by time. Massive walls of ice stretched high into the mountain itself, glowing faintly beneath the moonlight. The crescent moon symbol engraved across the gates seemed alive. Watching. Waiting. Remembering. For several moments nobody spoke. Nobody moved even Deph looked serious which was unusual and concerning. Sam stepped closer, her heart pounding. The mark on her wrist suddenly burned, not painfully but warmly. As if recognizing something. As if she had finally come home. The moment her fingers touched the frozen symbol, the mountain shook. A deep rumble echoed through the valley. Everyone immediately stepped back, the gates began moving. Ancient ice cracked. Snow fell from above. Centuries of silence shattered. Then— For the first time in hundreds of years— The Frozen Throne opened. A rush of cold air emerged from within.
The Frozen Throne The journey began with a secret, not because Froz wanted it that way. Not because Deph suggested it but because the moment news about the Frozen Throne spread beyond the palace walls— The Shadow Hunters would move and everyone knew it. The next morning, White Fang Palace was unusually busy. Warriors prepared supplies. Scouts gathered intelligence. Horses were readied. Weapons were sharpened. Everyone could feel it. Something important was coming. Something that could change everything. Inside the war room— A large map covered the central table. The northern mountains stretched across the parchment like a jagged scar. Dangerous. Unfor
Blood in the SnowThe news spread through White Fang Territory before dawn. Captain Harlan was dead.Not captured.Not hiding.Not a traitor.Dead.Murdered.And with his death, every warrior in the territory understood one terrifying truth. The enemy was closer than anyone imagined.The palace had never felt so tense. Every corridor seemed quieter. Every shadow felt darker. Every face looked suspicious because if Captain Harlan had been framed— Then the real traitor was still inside White Fang.Walking among them. Listening to their conversations. Watching their movements. Reporting everything.Sam stood by the window of her room, unable to sleep. The snowfall outside had become heavier, white blankets covered the forests and mountains. Normally she loved winter, how peaceful it looked.Today—The snow reminded her of a grave.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.Then—Without waiting—The door opened.Sam smiled despite herself. “You’re getting predictable.”Froz stepped inside.
Unmasked The night froze, not because of the snow, not because of the cold northern wind but because of four words. "We identified the traitor.” For a brief moment, nobody moved, breathed and spoke. Froz’s expression became unreadable. The kind of expression that made even veteran warriors nervous. It is usually appeared moments before someone regretted their life choices. The Alpha stepped forward. “What is the name?” His voice was calm. The warrior swallowed hard then lowered his head. “My Alpha…” The hesitation made everyone’s stomach tighten. “Speak.” The command echoed through the corridor. The warrior took a deep breath then finally answered. “The evidence points toward Captain Harlan.” Complete silence. Sam blinked. Captain Harlan? The same Harlan who had served White Fang Territory for nearly twenty years? The same Harlan who trained young warriors? The same Harlan who was considered one of the most loyal soldiers in the territory? “No.” The word esca
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 ever
The Dance The problem with Froz White Fang was simple. He said one thing. Then spent days pretending he hadn’t said it. Unfortunately for him— Sam remembered everything. Especially the words from the balcony. You belong here. Three simple words. Three incredibly dangerous words. Because ever si
Mine The flower incident should have ended the matter. At least, that’s what Sam hoped. Unfortunately, Deph Ian Woods wasn’t the type of man who surrendered. Especially not after being told no. Three days had passed since the Moon Crystal Bloom. Three peaceful days. Or at least they should have b
The Gift The next morning, White Fang Palace woke to chaos. Not because of an attack. Not because of rogues. Not because of political conflict. But because of flowers. A ridiculous reason. An absolutely ridiculous reason. At least that was what Sam thought when she opened her bedroom







