LOGINA storm. A wrong turn. A stranger in the dark.Elara Voss has spent her life hiding the fever that burns through her once a year ,a desperate, shameful hunger she’s never understood. One blood-moon night, it drives her deep into forbidden mountains… and straight into the path of a man who looks at her like prey.Kai Blackthorn doesn’t do gentle. He’s all hard muscle, silver eyes, and raw command. The second he breathes her in, something primal snaps inside him. One touch, one taste, and he’s lost,claiming her body against his cabin walls, on the rug by the fire, in his bed until dawn, in ways she’s never even fantasized about.She flees before sunrise, convinced it was a reckless mistake she can bury forever.But some mistakes have consequences.Three months later, Elara’s quiet new life begins to unravel… and Kai has never stopped hunting the woman whose scent is branded on his soul.He’s coming for her. And this time, he won’t let her run.
View MoreThe Frostveil RouteDax’s POVThe moon was a thin silver blade overhead, barely enough to light the narrow, charred path north. The sleds cut through ash and snow wolves’ paws muffled, breaths pluming white in the dropping temperature. The air had turned sharper colder than it should be this far south of the Frostveil. Every inhale felt like swallowing glass.Flame slept against my chest bundled in furs her green light a soft, steady pulse. The vines that had crushed armies earlier were now thin and limp only a few tendrils still loosely wrapped around my wrists and Kael’s, as though even in sleep she was afraid to let go completely.Kael rode so close our knees brushed. Her silver eyes kept darting north scanning the darkness beyond the torchlight.“She’s too quiet,” she said voice low enough not to wake Flame. “Not just sleeping. It’s like she’s… listening.”I shifted Flame slightly pressed my lips to her forehead. She smelled of milk and fresh earth and something ancient something
Stormfang CampDax’s POVThe sun hung low, bleeding orange across the smoke choked sky. Embers still glowed in the black skeletons of tents and trees, popping like distant heartbeats. The air was heavy charred pine, wet blood, sweat, and the faint sweet iron tang of victory that never quite felt like victory when bodies were still being carried away.Flame slept in a nest of furs near the central fire, guarded by two of Riven’s most trusted wolves. Her breathing was slow, green light dimmed to a soft pulse under her skin. She’d pushed so hard today her little body had finally given out.Kael knelt beside me silver eyes scanning the wreckage sword still in her hand, blade dark with blood.“She’s sleeping like she hasn’t in days,” she said quietly. “She pushed too hard.”I brushed a curl of dark hair from Flame’s forehead careful not to wake her.“She saved us. All of us.”Riven approached limping slightly, armor dented and bloodied but alive. He dropped to one knee in front of us head
Obsidian Crown Citadel – The High Tower Elara’s POVThe Frostveil Seers arrived like ghosts carried on the first cold breath of dawn.Their sleds sliced through the snow outside the gates six wolves steaming, breath pluming white, cloaks stiff with two moons of frost and dried blood. Laura leapt down first, silver hair wild, eyes the color of frozen lakes already searching upward for us on the tower balcony. Korran followed more slowly, cane tapping stone, blind eye milky but his good eye sharp as ever.The great hall below had gone deathly still the moment they entered. Hundreds of wolves warriors, maids, elders, children parted without a word. Every eye tracked them up the winding stairs to where Rico and I stood.Rico’s hand was already crushing mine. Through the fresh mark on my throat I could feel his pulse hammering fear, fury, hope all tangled together.Laura didn’t bow. She stared first at the bite mark still red and swollen on my neck, then at the way Rico’s body curved inst
Stormfang Camp Dax’s POVThe camp never truly slept that night. Sentries paced the perimeter in wider circles than usual. Fires were kept deliberately low, barely more than glowing coals so the light wouldn’t silhouette us against the dark. The air smelled of pine smoke, wet fur, and the faint metallic tang of fear.Flame had been restless since the sun set.She didn’t cry she never really cried but her small body kept twitching in my arms. Every few minutes the green light beneath her skin would pulse brighter, then dim, like a heartbeat that couldn’t decide its rhythm. The broken shards of the crimson vial still lay scattered near the furs where it had shattered earlier that day; no one had dared touch them.Kael sat beside us, knees drawn up, silver eyes reflecting the faint ember glow. He hadn’t spoken in almost an hour. Neither had I.Eventually he broke the quiet, voice barely above the wind.“She’s changing faster than we can keep up.”I looked down at Flame. Her tiny chest ro






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