Mag-log inThey made it maybe three miles before Rasmus found them.Winter heard the howling first. Multiple voices. Coming from the north and west. Converging.Ezekiel stopped walking. His head tilted. Listening. "Fifteen. Maybe twenty.""Rasmus." Jax's hand went to the blade at his hip. "Has to be. He's been gathering wolves since he left the citadel."Sophia's magic flared green around her hands. "How far?""Close." Ezekiel's voice had gone flat. Combat mode. "Minutes at most."Winter's shadows gathered without conscious thought. Her body knew what was coming before her mind caught up. Vex pressed against her leg, hackles raised."We can't outrun them." Alice's voice shook. "Not with the horses exhausted and Ezekiel injured.""We don't run." Ezekiel moved forward, positioning himself between their group and the direction of the howls. "We make a stand. Here. Now."The terrain wasn't ideal. Open forest with scattered trees. No natural choke points. Nowhere to funnel attackers. But Ezekiel was
"Zeke!" Winter's voice cracked. Ezekiel's head turned. His one good eye found her. Relief flooded his face. "You're safe." "Griselda's dead." Winter pushed through the circle of wolves. None tried to stop her. "My mother killed her." The wolves' attention shifted. Confusion rippled through them. Their leader was dead. The Alpha King was still alive. What were they supposed to do now? Sophia stepped into the square behind Winter. Her hands still glowed with residual magic. "Your godmother was a coward who hid behind stronger wolves. She died begging. It wasn't pretty." (That was a lie. Griselda hadn't begged. Hadn't been able to with magic crushing her throat. But the lie served a purpose.) One of the larger wolves shifted to human form. An older male with grey at his temples. "Griselda promised us revenge. Said the Alpha King needed to die to break his witch corruption." "I'm not corrupted." Ezekiel's voice was rough but clear. "The curse broke. My heart is my own. And my mate
One of her guards grunted agreement. "Should we help?" "No." Griselda's smile was cruel. "Let them tire him out first. Then I'll finish it myself. Claim credit for killing the unkillable." Winter's shadows responded to her anger. They writhed and expanded. Ready to strike. Beside her, Alice's hands glowed green. Offensive magic. "On three," Winter whispered. "I'll take Griselda. You handle the guards." Alice nodded. Her face was pale but determined. Winter counted silently. One. Two. Thr-- "Well. This is disappointing." the voice came from behind them. Winter spun and her heart stopped. Sophia stood there. Her dark hair was loose. Her eyes glowed with power. And her expression held nothing but cold fury. "Mother." Winter's voice came out strangled. "What are you doing here?" "Cleaning up." Sophia moved past Winter without looking at her. Her attention fixed on Griselda's back. "I've been tracking this bitch for three days. Watching her rally wolves. Spread lies about my daugh
Ezekiel paused. His eyes found hers. Patient despite the tension radiating through him. "Promise me you'll run if it gets bad." Winter's voice was steady even though her hands shook. "Don't try to be heroic. If they're overwhelming you, just shift and run. We'll figure something else out." "I promise." Ezekiel kissed her forehead. "But it won't get that bad. I've been fighting since before most of these wolves were born. I know how to handle myself." He dismounted and handed the reins to Jax. Then pulled Winter down after him. His hands on her waist. Steadying her. "Give me ten minutes." Ezekiel was talking to Jax now. "That should be enough time to cause enough chaos. Circle around from the west. It's the blind spot in their patrol pattern." Jax nodded. "Ten minutes. We'll be in position." Ezekiel looked at Alice. "Stay close to Winter. If things go wrong, get her out first. Don't wait for me or Jax." "I'm not leaving you." Winter said it before Alice could respond. "We go in
Griselda's village looked exactly how Winter remembered. Small wooden houses clustered together like they were afraid of the forest. Smoke rising from chimneys. The smell of curing meat and unwashed bodies. Everything grey and brown and tired. Winter's stomach twisted. She'd lived here for twenty-three years. Been beaten in that square. Starved in that house with the crooked chimney. Called cursed by every person who walked these dirt paths. "We should scout first." Jax's voice was low. They'd stopped at the tree line, hidden by dense undergrowth. "See what we're dealing with." Ezekiel's arms tightened around Winter's waist. She was still sitting in front of him on the horse. His chin rested on her good shoulder. "How many wolves?" "More than there should be." Jax pointed. "See those three houses on the eastern edge? Those weren't here before. New construction. And that clearing has been set up as a training ground." Winter followed his finger and saw what he meant. The clearing
Ezekiel's arm wrapped around her waist. Pulled her closer. "You were never that girl. Not really. You were just trapped. Now you're free." "Free and running for my life." Winter laughed but it came out wrong. "This isn't exactly what I imagined when I sent that bat to find you." "What did you imagine?" "Something less complicated. Maybe us finding a quiet corner of the world where nobody cared about curses or heritage." Winter tilted her head back to look at him. "Stupid, probably." "Not stupid. Idealistic." Ezekiel's hand came up to cup her face. His thumb traced her cheekbone. "But we don't get quiet corners. We get this. Running and fighting and surviving." "Together though." "Together." Ezekiel kissed her. Soft at first. Then deeper when Winter made a small sound and turned into him. The kiss tasted like desperation and hope mixed together. Winter's hands fisted in Ezekiel's shirt, pulling him closer even though they were already pressed together. His hand slid from her fac
It was good. Better than good. Rich and savory, the meat tender, root vegetables soft, flavored with herbs she couldn't name. She ate mechanically, barely tasting it, too aware of the eyes on her. People trying not to stare but failing. "Ignore them," Alice said through a mouthful of stew. "They'
Sophia's relief was palpable. She led Winter away from the main cavern, down a side tunnel that sloped gently upward. The lichen here grew thicker, providing enough light to navigate by. The tunnel opened into a smaller chamber, this one clearly natural. No signs of habitation, just raw stone and
"The Alpha King. Ezekiel Crescent." Alice's expression was carefully neutral. "They said he's your mate. Is that true?" Winter's hands clenched in the blankets. The bond, that ever-present thread of awareness, pulsed faintly in her chest. She could feel him even now, distant but there. Rage. Conf
“It’s just a cake, Snow,” Jax sighed. “It’s not going to bite.”As if summoned by the tension, the bond’s hum intensified slightly. Winter’s gaze flickered to the main door. The shadows in the small gap beneath it seemed to shift. He was out there. Listening.She stared at the cake, her stomach twi







