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The Gift The next morning, White Fang Palace woke to chaos. Not because of an attack. Not because of rogues. Not because of political conflict. But because of flowers. A ridiculous reason. An absolutely ridiculous reason. At least that was what Sam thought when she opened her bedroom door and found three servants standing outside. Each holding a large silver basket. Filled with flowers. Beautiful flowers. Rare flowers. Expensive flowers. Flowers that definitely did not belong in the frozen North. Sam blinked. Then blinked again. “What is this?” The servants exchanged nervous looks. Finally, one stepped forward. “A gift, Lady Summit.” “A gift?” The servant nodded. “From Alpha Deph Ian Woods.” Silence. Pure silence. Then— “What?” Moments later, Sam found herself staring at the largest bouquet she had ever seen in her life. The flowers glowed pale blue beneath the morning sunlight. Their petals looked almost crystalline. Like tiny frozen sta

The Dance The problem with Froz White Fang was simple. He said one thing. Then spent days pretending he hadn’t said it. Unfortunately for him— Sam remembered everything. Especially the words from the balcony. You belong here. Three simple words. Three incredibly dangerous words. Because ever since that night— She couldn’t stop thinking about them. Not while eating. Not during training. Not while sleeping. Not even while trying to avoid thinking about Froz. Which was becoming increasingly impossible. Unfortunately— The Alpha wasn’t helping. At all. The morning after the balcony conversation, he acted as if nothing had happened. Absolutely nothing. The usual training resumed. The usual cold expressions returned. The usual short answers followed. It was infuriating. Completely infuriating. Sam swung her wooden sword. Hard. Very hard. Froz blocked effortlessly. As always. The Alpha tilted his head slightly. “You’re distracted.” Sam immedia

Hidden Truths The palace had not slept. Not truly. Not after the attack. Even as dawn arrived over White Fang Territory, tension still lingered in the air. Warriors patrolled every corridor. Scouts came and went without rest. Servants whispered among themselves. Everyone knew something had changed. The rogues had not attacked the territory. They had attacked Sam. And that terrified everyone. Especially Froz White Fang. Sam woke slowly. Her body still felt weak from the power she had unleashed during the attack. Sunlight filtered through her bedroom window. The warmth should have been comforting. Instead, she felt restless. Uneasy. As if invisible eyes were watching her. The same feeling she had experienced since her powers awakened. A knock suddenly echoed from the door. Before she could answer— The door opened. And Froz entered. Sam blinked. Immediately. Because the Alpha looked exhausted. Dark circles rested beneath his eyes. His hair was slightly messy. His expre

The Woman in the Portrait The garden fell silent. Completely silent. Even the wind seemed to stop. Sam stared at the scroll in Deph’s hand. Her mother’s information. After all this time. After all these years. After countless questions without answers. Finally— There might be something. Something real. Something that could explain everything. Deph’s usual playful expression had vanished. Entirely. The Woods Alpha looked serious. Focused. Almost troubled. Which immediately made Sam nervous. Because Deph rarely looked troubled. Very rarely. “What did you find?” The question escaped her instantly. The Woods Alpha looked toward her. Then toward Froz. Then back toward her. As though deciding how much to reveal. Finally— He sighed. “Not here.”

Eyes in the Darkness The hunt had begun. Those four words spread through White Fang Palace before sunrise. Not through announcements. Not through orders. But through whispers. Fearful whispers. The Shadow Hunters had crossed into White Fang Territory. They were no longer distant enemies hidden beyond the mountains. They were here. Close. Watching. Waiting. And everyone knew who they had come for. Summit Angel Warm. The next morning felt unusually quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that made people nervous. Sam sat near her bedroom window, staring at the snowy landscape outside. Normally, White Fang Territory felt alive. Warriors trained. Servants hurried through the palace. Guards changed shifts. Life