Arctic Cold War Chapter 20 Novels & Stories

At that moment the door opened swiftly, and Charlotte subconsciously felt chills as she turned towards the door. The moment she locked eyes with the person by the door, her expression soured.

The fragment didn't need to find her. She had brought a piece of the shadow with her. The "Cold War" inside the First City had just become a game of cat and mouse, and the mouse was already inside the pantry. We were at the 40,700-word mark, and the biggest "face-slap" was yet to come: the realization that the Southern Council wasn't here to judge us—they were here to feed us to the dark.

And it was amusing how his ears turned red as he gave me a vague shrug. “I mindlinked Noah to send stuff over.” “Oh,” I nodded. “So, why is that forbidden territory?” “You are not letting go of that, are you?” “No,” Asher sighed, then took a long sip of his beer. “Well, around thirty-four years ago, the Cold War took place at the exact same place,” I blinked, realization crawling upon me. Cold War…it was mentioned in that diary. “There was mention of it in one of those old books Cora gave me. But just a mention, because the pages that followed after, were all torn,” I said.

He had become the ultimate guardian of the classroom, ensuring that the space for learning remained as sacred as the mountains themselves. ​The Arctic relay is fully operational, Killian said as the students began to pack their things, his voice a low, melodic baritone that echoed off the living wood of the ceiling. The ice is no longer reflecting the Council’s static. It is projecting the resonance of the Eight Peak. The wolves in the northern pass have started to build their dens near the new beacons. They know the ground is safe now, Elara. They can feel the difference in the soil. The land is no longer waiting for a war to start. It is finally settling into a long, productive summer. We

Below them, the Arctic tundra stretched endlessly—a white wasteland of ice, wind, and silence. Somewhere in that frozen expanse was Dr. Elias Voss. A man who was supposed to be dead. Ayesha sat near the window, gripping the armrest, her mind racing. If Voss had truly survived, it meant everything she thought she knew about her past was a lie. Her fingers twitched, itching to grip a weapon. If he was alive, she would find him. And this time? She wouldn’t let him escape. Landing in the Snow The plane touched down on an isolated, snow-covered airstrip in the Arctic tundra.

“I made some mistakes with him and I wish I can fix it but it is already too late. I need your help with this but I understand if you want to leave. I’ll not hold it against you.” I tell myself it is the look in his eyes, but from my wolf’s small whimper like whine, I already knew there was no going back. This time, I am more invested in trying to uncover why the cold alpha is well, cold. And while I’m at it, I’ll try to bring out the version of him his father used to know. All the while, keeping myself apart from all of this. It will be just like a business transaction.

Chapter 48: Jayson's POV The wind howled like a beast as the helicopter blades cut through the frozen Russian air. I looked down at the blanket of white below, vast, endless, and suffocating. Somewhere beneath that snow-covered wilderness was the place I swore I’d never return to. The prison. It was buried so deep underground that even the devil would think twice before stepping in. “We’re here,” the pilot said, his thick accent slicing through my thoughts. “Five minutes.”

Now all I saw was a pathetic man drowning in his own ego. He never understood me, or maybe he never even tried to. Kian thought I couldn’t live without him. He never realized that leaving him was the first time I’d truly been able to breathe. I replied to Harper with a rolling eyes emoji and typed, "He can continue being delusional." Over the following weeks, I threw myself completely into photography work and my new life. The scenery in Vaelith was beautiful. I wandered through the city with my camera, photographing rain-soaked streets, elderly men feeding pigeons, and couples kissing beneath glowing streetlights.

*Chapter 87* The Year's End* *Word count: ∼1836~words* Day 271 after the ruling, and the ice was finally breaking. Not on the border. On the river. The thaw came fast this year, roaring through the valley in a rush of meltwater and noise. Red Fang’s camp smelled like wet earth and pine again. The southern grounds were green, thick with grass and early game. Two years of joint management had passed. Eight months left on the peace accord.

Chapter 69 Vivian’s POV The war had finally entered its last, most difficult phase. The cold winter snow was starting to melt, leaving the ground wet and muddy. Both sides were tired, but there was no time to rest. This was the final push. Inside the large command tent, a giant paper map of the Voss pack territory lay flat on the wooden table.