The heavy oak doors of the Frost-Ridge Fortress slammed shut, locking out the howling mountain wind.Instead of the gilded, fragile luxury of the Bloodmoon court, the fortress was made of dark, hand-cut stone, burning torch fire, and iron shields. It smelled of pine, hot metal, and old leather—a place built for war, not hollow posturing.Julian led me straight into the central keep, his heavy black cloak sweeping behind him. Before I could even adjust the satchel on my shoulder, six massive male wolves—the elite commanders of the Frost-Ridge War Council—filed into the stone hall. Their bodies were covered in battle scars, their glares cold as they took in my appearance.They didn't see an Alpha’s guest. They saw a she-wolf from an enemy territory. They saw her broad curves, her ink-stained fingers, and her plain woolen tunic."Sire," a battle-hardened commander named Boros barked, ignoring me entirely as he slammed a heavy fist against the iron war table in the center of the room. "Th
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