Frost's POV I have been in the face of danger a million times. But ever since Rya made the announcement for the mating ceremony, I have been presented with the kind that made me... shiver. The threats of late were intentional, tactical, subtle, well crafted without leaving gaps for discovery. The pack house had been heated up over the last few days. It was barely two days, and another servant had gone missing. This time, it was very specific—the very guard who made the best meals in the kitchen. A day later, one of the warriors deeply loyal to Rya was found dead in the barracks. His death was... crafted in a way that made it seem as though he died during a training session, or maybe a bout with another warrior. But the widened eyes that felt as though his body had gone into shock, and the foaming substances pouring from his mouth only pointed fingers to poisoning. Still, who could disregard the mastermind behind all things that happened in just a few days. This person was syste
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