All Chapters of The Weight of Frost: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

As they reached the riverbank, the cheers of the pack nearly drowned out the sound of the rushing water. Reagan led the group up a short flight of wooden stairs and right into the Alpha box, a raised, comfortably furnished viewing platform draped in the Frost Pack colors that offered a unobstructed view of the competition.Out in the center of the deep, churning water, the competition was already at a fever pitch. Cobb and Nesha’s two oldest boys were currently locked in a fierce, fast-paced battle on a massive, spinning pine log, facing off against two burly competitors from the Dark Dawn pack.The water was splashing wildly as all four wolves kept their boots moving in a frantic, blurring rhythm, trying to abruptly change the spin of the log to throw their opponents off balance."Oh, they're good," the former Alpha noted, leaning his forearms on the wooden railing of the box with a wide grin. "Look at the footwork on Cobb's oldest, Jeffries out there."Just as he said it, the boys e

The deep, chest-rattling laughter from Xander and Zyan blended perfectly with Reagan’s bright giggles as the three of them left the packhouse. The gunmetal clasps of their heavy cloaks clinked in time with their footsteps on the dirt path, and by the time the festival grounds came back into view, their easy banter had melted away the last lingering tension of the night.The main clearing had completely transformed. The wild festival energy had settled into a grand, formal assembly. Torches and string lights bathed the wooden stands in a warm, flickering glow, illuminating hundreds of wolves packed shoulder-to-shoulder. Behind the intricately carved podium, a large digital screen cast a crisp backlight over the stage, ensuring even the wolves in the very back rows wouldn't miss a thing.The moment the trio's footsteps hit the side steps of the stage, the low chatter of the crowd turned into loud, respectful applause.Former Alpha Maddox was already waiting at the podium. The relaxed, w

Zyan waited for the cheers to settle, letting a wide, wolfish grin spread across his face. He leaned closer to the microphone, the heavy Alpha presence softening into the role of a seasoned festival host."Now," Zyan announced, his voice booming effortlessly over the stands. "For what you have all been waiting for."The massive digital screen behind the podium suddenly flared to life, casting a bright, vibrant glow over the stage. As Zyan began reading off the winners for each of the festival's competitions, the screen flashed with brilliant, high-definition pictures of the victorious wolves alongside their pack crests.For the team finals, the display shifted dynamically. As Zyan called out the placements, the screen split, popping up the team pictures as they placed—third, second, and finally the champions in first, drawing rolling waves of applause and howling from the respective packs in the audience.But it wasn't just about the victories. Zyan paused the announcements, his expre

Zyan stepped away from the roaring crowds of the formal assembly and headed back toward the rowdy feast. It didn't take him long to spot them. Cobb, Nesha, and their larger-than-life family had commandeered an entire long table near the edge of the firelight. Tucked safely right in the middle of the chaos was Emerald, a small, genuine smile gracing her face as she watched her massive cousins joke and shove each other over plates of roasted meat.Taking a deep breath to steady the sudden racing of his heart, Zyan stepped fully into the light and approached their table.The second Zyan drew near, the laughter abruptly stopped. All six of Cobb’s boys shifted in unison, seamlessly going on the defensive. They squared their shoulders, physically forming a wall of muscle to block his path to Emerald. It didn't matter that Zyan was a notoriously dangerous Alpha, or that they had known the Frost twins their entire lives. When it came to Emerald, they operated on uncompromising protective inst

Zyan saw the overwhelming realization dawn in her eyes and quickly stepped in to ease the sudden weight resting on her shoulders."You don't have to if you don't want to," Zyan assured her, his voice incredibly gentle, stripped of any demanding Alpha command. "But if you do make them, you can be absolutely certain that if you never want to wear yours... they will never be worn. I will keep them in a safe place forever. And I will pay you for your time and craftsmanship, of course."Zyan saw the overwhelming realization dawn in her eyes and quickly stepped in to ease the sudden weight resting on her shoulders. It had hit Emerald like a physical blow, the weight of it crushing her lungs. She stepped back, but Zyan was already there, not to trap her, but to block the world from seeing her shake."You don't have to," Zyan said. His voice was low, stripped of the Alpha command that usually vibrated in his tone. "If you make them, and you never want to wear yours, they will never be worn. I