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Honestly? Also fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then the storm suddenly intensified. Snow exploded around them. The wind howled. Visibility vanished. Then something appeared through the blizzard. A figure. Standing on a cliff. Watching them. Motionless. Then lightning flashed. For a brief second— they saw him clearly. Silver armor. White hair. A silver spear. And a Crown mark glowing on his neck. The stranger stared directly at Thomas. Then smiled. Then: "You're late."

Unfriendly. She frowned slightly but said nothing. Later, Adriana returned to the hotel about half an hour after leaving to help Snow buy something. The suite door clicked open, and she stepped inside, calling casually, “Snow?” But what she saw made her pause, startled. “Snow?” Snow stood in front of the mirror, wearing a sleek black wig, her makeup entirely transforming her face. The long, tight dress clung to her figure, accentuating every curve. The only thing that betrayed her identity was the pair of worn slippers on her feet—a quiet trace of the real Snow.

His heart itched from being away from them and he felt a bit regretful he couldn’t bring them with. He wore a smile of his own, drinking from his glass again and staring into the dark sky. Forlorn and dysphoria altered in his heart as he breathed out. Briefly looking away, he saw her coming. Sharon walked towards and was about to settle into the opposite seat when the heavy wrap of fur scarf she had around her neck came falling off. She was wearing a button-up brown and white striped fur sweater that was open on the top and covered by the muffler that was now coming undone. If that fell down completely, it would reveal the topmost part of her exposed chest.

Snow took the cigarette and turned it off. "Bold," Aurelio's mind said. She slowly went down on her knees and tried to unbutton him, but Aurelio's voice made her pause. "What do you think you are doing?" he questioned icily. Snow said nothing as she succeeded in unbuttoning him. She unzipped him and went face to face with his monster. Her cheeks became rosier than before. She knows she has seen it countless times, but she had never seen it so close. He was so long, huge and veiny that she wondered how she was going to take him in.

"I've lost all my power. Right now, I'm just an ordinary person. I can't help him at all." Snowy immediately understood. Orabella delivering the body armor might've hit a nerve. Gideon was Winter's man, but it had to be another woman bringing him the body armor. Of course, that didn't sit well. "I have to get my strength back, no matter what it takes," Winter muttered to herself. Snowy felt a chill. This was the first time she had ever seen that look and attitude on Winter.

Metallic. Gunpowder. Burnt fuel. Cold night air. And the copper tang of fresh blood. My wolves are home. Aureliano enters first. He is still wearing his tactical gear, though the jacket is unzipped. His hair is windblown. There is a smudge of soot on his cheekbone. Ciro follows, looming large in the doorway. He is wiping his hands on a rag, cleaning off something dark and wet. Spadino slides in last, smelling of smoke and exhilaration.

“Better than the dry rations I had earlier.” Camelle perked up instantly. “New face! Finally!” But the door hadn’t finished opening. Three more figures stepped in behind him, their attire immediately marking them as Lyra’s trusted shadows. Korin wore a fitted black jacket over dark trousers, the sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows as if ready for action at any moment. Rane moved silently in a charcoal-gray tunic and matching pants, his outfit simple but impeccably tailored, giving him an air of quiet precision. Sylas’s ensemble was a mix of deep navy and subtle leather accents, the long coat swaying slightly with each step, hinting at both agility and mischief.

As the client peeled back the packaging and beheld the gentle hue and meticulous craftsmanship, her eyes widened with delight. “I love this color! What do you call it?” “Oatmeal,” Isabella replied. “Would you like to try it on?” The client eagerly extracted the gown, revealing an accompanying undershirt. “What’s this?” “This is a specially designed undershirt to complement the oatmeal - colored cashmere coat,” Isabella explained. “If you don’t mind, it’s my token of appreciation. However, as a complimentary item, it may not match the exact quality of the coat, but it still holds a touch of the style that’s become my signature, influenced by the beauty and mystery of the werewolf world.”

It's simple, but they look perfect. The whole idea of one of us having to stay at the table is ridiculous. Still, I guess it prevents anyone from sabotaging someone else's attempt. Twenty minutes later, Rowan joins me. Rushing inside, I make my way to the room. "Elara." I stop and turn to Kellan. He holds out a shawl. "Wear this; try to save your arms from falling off from frostbite, please." I laugh. "Is it allowed?"

Shiloh asked me as I opened the door. “Yes, sir”, I said as I saluted him jokingly and he just chuckled in return. “Wear this”, he said as he extended his arms to reach my hand. I accepted it and it was a cloaked and based on what he said I wear it. I didn't remove my jacket as I was not feeling hot. Actually the temperature in Cromoria is lower than the other Cities especially at midnight. It is so cold that's why I decided to keep it around me.