LOGINKayla.I had no idea how the innocent, childlike being from just moments ago could instantly transform back into the terrible beast from earlier, discarding every trace of vulnerability as if it had never existed.And not only that, why does he insist I stay?I mean, he absolutely doesn't know me, so why?Does he plan to torture me, or does he plan to kill me afterwards once everyone else has been forced out?Those terrifying thoughts sent an unbearable shiver through my spine, causing my breath to catch in my throat as Scott kept me firmly hidden behind his back while we stayed closer to the heavy stone door, trying to keep as far from the cold throne as possible.I watched in silent horror as I realized I had suddenly become the center of their dangerous power play, trapped right in the middle of a war between ruthless monsters. At the same time, I closed my eyes and prayed silently with every fiber of my being that I would somehow manage to leave this toxic place alive.And just a
Sage.I really have no idea why I sent Kayla to this place in the first place. If I was being completely honest with myself, I felt a little pang of ache deep inside when I saw that she was on the same bed as Seth, and I wanted to punish her for it.She was supposed to serve all three of us equally, and she hadn't even reported to my room yet, but she somehow had the nerve to want to sleep in Seth's room.I know I acted entirely out of impulse back then, letting my pride and frustration blind my better judgment, but now I am really regretting my actions as I look at the danger surrounding her. I should have punished her myself instead of letting my temper push her into this nightmare.Regardless of what was happening now or how strained things were between us, I cannot leave her to stay here with the frosty prince.“What I want is clear!” Maverick’s harsh voice echoed loudly off the icy walls of the dark chamber. “Leave this human prisoner here!” He added firmly, his tone making it cl
Scott.My brothers finally agreed to bring her out of there. I didn’t wait for another word of confirmation—I immediately rushed towards the cold prison, and they followed closely after me, their heavy footsteps echoing down the stone corridor.The moment I entered through the door, my wolf immediately stirred in deep annoyance. I really do not understand why my beast was reacting so strongly to this situation, but my heart tightened inside my chest the second I took in the scene before me.“Get your hands off her!” I yelled, my voice ringing out across the freezing chamber.I strode forward without hesitation, closing the distance between us, and instantly yanked the frosty prince away from her with all the strength I possessed. As soon as he was out of the way, I immediately helped her up from the icy floor. My body acted completely on instinct as I hid her behind my back without thinking, putting myself firmly between her and the danger.“Stay away from pretty….” Maverick yelled,
Kayla.I was still entirely puzzled as to what had just played out right in front of my eyes, staring at him as my mind struggled to bridge the gap between the ruthless monster of seconds ago and the sweet creature sitting before me now. But as I looked at his hopeful, wide eyes, I decided to test it out and see if this sudden, bizarre shift was actually real.Slowly, hesitantly, I came forward a bit, closing the distance between us. I raised my trembling hands and gently reached out to ruffle his messy hair. The moment my fingers brushed through his locks, he instantly giggled—a light, innocent sound that echoed softly against the frozen walls.I was thoroughly taken aback by the reaction, but seeing him react with such pure, unshielded delight, I really couldn't help myself but to chuckle softly in return. In this state, he was undeniably cute, and a sudden wave of intense curiosity washed over me; I really wanted to see what he actually looked like under that dark, mysterious silve
Kayla.I was still kneeling on the freezing, jagged ground, shivering violently, as the Frosty Prince finally moved from his throne and immediately began gliding towards me. Every step he took against the solid ice echoed like a dark knell in the cavernous, frozen room.When he reached me, he leaned down, extending a gloved hand to raise my chin up, forcing my eyes to meet his silvery mask. He chuckled slightly, a low, melodic sound that chilled me even more than the arctic air.“In all my long years of being trapped here, you are the very first human being ever brought to me,” he said, his voice laced with a terrifying mix of fascination and danger as he turned my face gently from side to side as though inspecting a bizarre, fragile trinket he had just discovered. “Tell me, fragile creature... what should I do to you?” he asked softly, his tone almost conversational as he slowly traced his ice-cold fingers over my trembling lips.I swallowed hard immediately, a violent shiver running
Scott.I had expected to see Kayla already, fully anticipating her presence, only for me to hear the horrifying news that she had been sent to the Cold Prison by Sage.Was he completely insane? What could he possibly have been thinking?That desolate, unforgiving place was meant for only werewolves—hardened creatures built to withstand extreme punishment. How on earth could he send her there? She was a fragile, delicate human who wouldn't last a fraction of the time a wolf could! But deep down, I knew the bitter truth. He probably won't tell me, but he was undoubtedly taking orders from those three pests of elders, bending to their every whim like a puppet.The Frosty Prince was notoriously ruthless and merciless, a monster in his own right. He tortures wolves to the absolute brink, breaking them so thoroughly that they end up weeping and pleading just to be granted the mercy of death.The Frosty Prince was technically our uncle—and although we are actually older than him by years,
Kayla.The moment we stepped into Scott’s room, my mind refused to settle. Thoughts collided violently inside my head, each one louder than the next, and all I could think about was the possibility of making a mistake. One wrong expression, one wrong reaction, and everything I had carefully built
Kayla.The moment we stepped into Scott’s room, my mind refused to settle. Thoughts collided violently inside my head, each one louder than the next, and all I could think about was the possibility of making a mistake. One wrong expression, one wrong reaction, and everything I had carefully built
LILLIAN.I stood frozen, my entire body locked in place, as the image from a few minutes ago replayed mercilessly in my mind.Scott… carrying her.That human girl had been in his arms—held so effortlessly, so naturally—as if she belonged there.My fingers curled slowly into fists at my sides.I, hi
Kayla.I rose slowly from my chair, every movement deliberate, my fists tightening with frustration over my failed attempt. The hairpin I had wielded just moments ago still tingled with potential, the imagined impact on his neck burning in my mind. He had been so close, so damn close. Just one pre







