Mira’s POV,The ice plains tried to kill me three times before I found the antidote grass.First, a snowstorm hit me an hour past the border, driving ice crystals horizontally across the flats with enough force to strip skin. I ran through it half-shifted, my wolf enduring the worst of it, coming out the other side with my left side numb from shoulder to hip and two of my wounds reopened inside the bandaging.
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