Caitlin Snow Killer Frost Novels & Stories

"We made an alliance today because our wolves are hunting the same target. I have only looked at Lyra's face three times in my life. The only reason we walked into that auto shop together was because she needed a safe wagon for her family, and since she just flew back into Ironvale City, she didn't know the icy roads. I was just her scout. That is the whole truth." Abbott scratches his nose, shifting his boots as he looks over at the Alpha. But Kaelen doesn't look back at him. His entire face is buried in my hair, his chest rising and falling against my cheek as he keeps me locked in his hold. Abbott lets out a quiet breath, his shoulders dropping. "Do you have a name for this killer?" Terry

But gratitude could not bring love back. My love for Adrian Moretti had ended that Christmas Eve, when my father died in the snow.

Ace began pacing slowly, his boots echoing through the empty space. "First—Cleo was caught. That rat might run her mouth and ruin everything I’ve built. I’m not ready for that yet. So…" He crouched in front of Snow, voice low and cutting. " She was shot but i want to be sure if she is dead so. Find her. Kill her." Snow spat a thread of blood on the floor between them. "Why would I do that for you?" Ace’s tone dropped to a lethal whisper. "Because you don’t have a choice, Snow. You will dance to my tune, or I’ll make sure the only thing left of your sister is a memory you can’t trust."

"First I thought it was just the caretaker you employed. Now there's that white-haired guy. Frost. Being around him feels like standing in a fucking freezer." I rubbed at the back of my neck, still sore from tension that never seemed to leave. “Oh yeah, she told me you had her do your biddings.” I chuckled. “That’s crazy” "Both Hilda and Frost connected to Catherine somehow. Both of them Wolf Hunters. I don't even know what that means, not really. Just that they shouldn't exist." I laughed without humor. "Makes her untouchable in ways I'm still figuring out." I stood up and walked to the window. Gray clouds hung heavy, the first spatters of rain hitting glass.

Upon saying that, Kingston turned around and left. "Kingston! Kingston, wait!" Frost called out to Kingston from behind. "The person who killed your cousin is Eldon. I've already avenged her. I have already killed Eldon! I-I was avenging the Yates family. I was also helping Sebastian get rid of potential problems in the future."

“What the actual fuck?” “Linc, take Lilah back to the house. Make sure she is with someone, maybe Daphne. Come back as soon as you can.” Linc picks Lilah up when she still doesn’t respond. Snare stops feeding on one of the twins. He smiles at me, showing his teeth before locking on to one of the boys. As I step forward, Kaitlin falls off the stool. A knife was sticking out of her chest. Her skin was a deathly white colour. She had been dead for some time.

He opened his eyes slowly to see me. He stared at me with a furrowed brow, he groaned in pain. He was going through pain. "I apologize for coming here unannounced," I said and he sighed. "I'm Nova Frost, the daughter of Denzel Frost the Alpha of the Snowcap pack who died seven years ago," His eyes widened in shock when I said that. I understand that he was surprised to see Denzel's daughter in his palace. Not just his palace but his room. "Denzel's daughter?" He muttered and I nodded. "How did you get here?" He managed to ask.

Did she poison it? I couldn't bring myself to touch it. But I didn’t look away from it either. For a moment, I genuinely wondered if this was the end for me. Alpha Caelan of Winter’s Crest. One of the strongest and most brilliant heirs, destined to lead his pack into greater and newer heights—meant to end the long-standing dispute between Winter’s Crest and Frost Fang. And then there was just Frost. Plain, simple Frost. Jackson’s Frost. Who's Finally—truly—happy with the person he loved more than anything, wanting to spend every waking second with him.

He looked like a statue carved from a glacier—imposing, cold, and utterly lethal. "Defuse it," Zyan stated, his voice dropping to a near-whisper that was far more terrifying than a shout. "Defuse it, or I will unleash my sister on him to defuse him myself." He glanced briefly toward Reagan, who was leaning against the tent pole, casually tossing the wrapped badges in her hand and catching them with a playful, predatory grin. She caught her brother's look and winked. The Claw Mountain Alpha followed Zyan’s gaze to Reagan, saw the lethal promise written in her posture, and felt the blood drain from his face. He knew the stories of the Frost Warrior; he knew she didn't leave loose ends.