ログインThe portal burst open in a swirl of silver and gold, light scattering across the snow in shimmering waves. Wolves skidded to a halt mid snowball war. Pups froze with handfuls of snow. Even Marek paused with a snowball raised above his head.The king stepped through.And immediately tripped over a sl
I strung lights across the top of the house, weaving them around the chimney and down the far side. Magic flickered from my fingertips, helping the strands cling perfectly in place. Every spark of golden light that escaped curled like a lazy ribbon in the air.Someone below cleared their throat loud
Snow blanketed the entire pack territory in soft, perfect drifts. It made everything look gentle, like the world had been iced with sugar. The trees bowed under the weight of white powder, branches sparkling in the afternoon light. Smoke curled from chimneys. Laughter drifted through the cold air. M
The king watched silently. Marek nodded slowly beside me, jaw tight with agreement.Kaelan looked between us, breath shaking. His voice dropped to a whisper. “You do not understand. I… I spent so long believing I would never amount to anything. I believed I was only useful as your protector. Your sh
The snow had nearly stopped falling by the time the king summoned us. Only a few flakes drifted lazily through the gray morning sky. Wolves formed a loose circle around the clearing, whispering quietly among themselves, tension flowing through them like an undercurrent.The portal behind the king cr
His breath shuddered.I leaned closer, forehead resting against his.“I could not do it.”Marek closed his eyes, attempting to hold himself together, but his hands trembled at his sides.“I love you,” I whispered. “I love this pack. I love this world. I love who I am here.”He opened his eyes, and e
The moment I stepped back into my room, disappointment slapped me in the face.The walls were plain. Dull. Wooden. Nothing shimmered. Nothing floated. Nothing even glowed with the faintest hint of enchantment. No carved marble pillars. No enchanted ceiling. No moonlit mosaics. No winter drapery. Sim
He stopped beside me and surveyed the crowd. “Why are you all here?”Ten warriors immediately pointed at me.“Marek,” I said flatly. “Control your people.”“They are not children,” he said.“They behave like children,” I replied.Someone whispered, “She is not wrong.”Marek’s jaw twitched. “Explain.
Garlands poured across the floor. Up the walls. Over the ceiling. Around doorframes. Beneath chairs. Under wolves. Around wolves. Wrapping ankles, arms, and one poor warrior’s entire torso.“Stop,” Lucian shouted. “Stop touching it.”“I am not touching it,” I yelled back. “It is touching me.”Wolves
It felt like stepping into a memory. A fragment of the High Realm. A piece of home I had not realized I was desperate to feel again.Home.It almost looked like home.Not exactly. Not fully. But enough to make something inside me ache.I placed a hand over my heart. “Father. Do you see this.”Of cou







