We crossed the threshold, and the Polar Road finally stopped screaming, leaving only the sound of my heart trying to match my son's stuttering breath.Behind us, the Mercy wolves were remnants of a battle we had already survived, their fur scattered across the ice like ash. Ahead lay the Neutral Sanctuary—a jagged rift in the permafrost etched with ancient blood-arrays.The moment we entered, the atmosphere tilted. The sub-zero wind, which had been carving into my skin like serrated needles, suddenly died.The silence hit first.And then, the voice."Mommy..."It was tiny. Stuffy, nasal, and hesitant—as if the words were afraid to leave his throat.I froze.My pulse didn't skip; it thundered, a violent resonance that vibrated through the chain. My right hand, fingers trembling against the cold, tightened around Leo's waist. My throat felt like it was being stitched shut with ice needles as the realization hit.He could s
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