Todos os capítulos de The Weight of Frost: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

She stepped into Julia's personal space, her movement so fast it was a blur. She didn't shout; she whispered, a low, vibrating growl that carried further than any scream. The sheer, lethal intensity rolling off the Frost pack’s "Little Warrior" made the larger she-wolf instinctively try to take a step back, but Reagan’s hand shot out, her fingers clamping onto Julia’s shoulder like a vice.Reagan didn't let her. She closed the distance, her voice dropping to a dangerous, deadly calm that echoed through the dead-silent Midway."A step down?" Reagan repeated, her eyes flashing a dangerous, feral gold. "Lettie sat in the dark and held my father together when his soul was completely shattered. She has more honor, loyalty, and grace in her little finger than you will ever have in your entire miserable, hollow life. You don't get to speak her name. You don't even get to breathe the same air."Julia's smug smirk faltered, her face flushing angrily as she opened her mouth to snap back.A few

"I know," Reagan murmured.Stepping out of the shadows of the alleyway, Reagan bypassed the bustling Midway entirely. She took the quiet, tree-lined path that led around the back of the festival grounds, heading straight toward the visitor cabins. She needed to figure out exactly which cabin Alpha Cobb had assigned to his niece, and she needed to do it before Julia decided to take a stroll.Reagan started to walk away, but paused after a few steps. She glanced back over her shoulder at the older Luna, her tactical mind already mapping out the perfect cover story."I promise I'll knock on every single cabin down that row," Reagan told Nesha, her voice steady and resolute. "I'll just ask everyone if they have enough firewood, fresh linens, and see if they have what they need from the kitchens. That way, she won't think I'm singling her out or pitying her."Nesha let out a deep, visible sigh of relief, pressing a hand to her chest. She nodded her absolute approval of the plan.Reagan’s e

The structure was cleverly designed. Emerald unlatched the heavy wooden shutters that secured the front, pulling them open to reveal a deep display counter bathed in the warm afternoon sunlight. From her overstuffed satchel, she began carefully pulling out small, velvet-lined trays, arranging them on the counter with meticulous care.Reagan stepped up to the display, her eyes widening in genuine appreciation. The jewelry wasn't the standard, heavy silver or iron pieces usually peddled at the Warrior Games. These were delicate, intricate works of art. There were pendants carved from polished bone that seemed to catch the light, river stones wrapped in complex webs of woven wire, and thin bands of hammered copper stamped with ancient runic symbols.Reagan reached out, gently picking up a necklace featuring a small, perfectly smooth piece of jade encased in a delicate copper cage."Emerald, these are incredible," Reagan said softly, turning the pendant over in her hand to admire the flaw

"Thank you," Emerald whispered, a deep, genuine blush painting her cheeks as she tucked the bills into a small wooden lockbox under the counter.Reagan leaned over the display, gently patting Emerald's hand. "I'm going to go get back to some of my official duties. I've got to take over for my mother, make sure the festival runs smoothly." A soft, wistful smile touched Reagan's lips. "But I'm actually enjoying it. It makes me feel closer to her."She pulled back, her smile brightening as she looked at her new friend. "Hey, come look for me later, okay? We'll grab dinner together in the mess tent. Or, if you want some quiet away from the crowds, we can go up to the main pack house and eat there."Emerald’s eyes lit up at the invitation. She opened her mouth to reply, but the words died in her throat.Drifting down the Midway, carried clearly on the afternoon breeze, was a sickeningly familiar, highly theatrical voice."...and I just can't imagine how a proud Alpha allows his pack to be

Emerald's breath hitched as she backed into the narrow space between two closed vendor booths, the scent of roasted corn and sweet syrup clinging to the wooden walls. The laughter and chatter from the nearby bonfire seemed miles away, muffled by the panic rising in her chest. She hadn't seen Stephen since he'd broken their bond, since he'd left her to wither away in her grief. She'd thought she was ready, that she could face the world again, but now, with his hands pawing at her, his lips forcing themselves onto hers, she wasn't so sure.Stephen's breath was hot and ragged, his body pressing against hers, trapping her against the rough booth. "Emerald," he groaned, his hands pushing up her shirt, his fingers digging into her flesh of her stomach, making her wince. "Goddess seeing you today... it's stirred up so much. I never should have left you for Julia. She's just a slut wolf, making a mockery of me, of us."He pushed himself closer so she could feel what she was doing to him. "You