Novel & Cerita Dashing Through The Snow Book

she asked, not sure what to do. "Ahhh!" When Lyca heard Adam cry out, she stopped moving and turned around to see what was going on. "Adam..." Lyca stopped and whispered as she walked up to the man. She can't say anything about what she sees in the cage. Adam is in pain because of a forced turn, and Snow is shocked as she sees Adam's bones breaking violently and the cracks opening up.

“Keep me updated.” The beta gave a firm nod. “You got it.” Dahlia sprinted through the snow, the cubs tumbling after her in a blur of fur and laughter. She glanced back, grinning, but her boot caught on something hidden beneath the powder, and she went down in a heap. The cubs pounced, their playful yips filling the air as they wrestled with her coat. She laughed, her breath visible in the cold, until a shadow loomed over her.

She had risen from the ashes of fear. She had remembered joy. She had run. And the wolf within her had awakened—not as a weapon, but as a whisper of hope, power, and rebirth. Lila's heart raced as she sprinted through the snow-laden forest, her paws kicking up powdery flurries in her wake. The moon hung high above, casting a silvery glow that illuminated the path ahead. She could hear the rhythmic pounding of paws behind her—Lucas and Jake in hot pursuit. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she pushed herself faster, daring them to catch her.

Chapter 41: Narrow Escape Kathleen’s P.O.V As I walked along the empty street, the sky opened up and the snow began to fall. A sudden flurry of white flakes drifting down from the sky. The streetlamps cast a soft glow on the snow, making it sparkle in the darkness, and distracting me temporarily from the fear in my mind. The air was crisp and clean, and the snow muffled the world around me.

Chapter 7: Desert Snow Abhay’s P.O.V It was snowing. The ground was completely white. It had snowed overnight and now the tiny yellow blossoms that looked like miniature sunflowers were buried under three feet of fresh snow, their petals crushed under the heavy weight. It was going to be a long, cold year ahead and the snow has only just begun.

☾☾☾ SASKIA'S POV ☽☽☽ The snow is thick and up to my calves in profuse blankets of wet ice crystals. I trudge forward through the sea of blinding brightness while cringing at the thought of my shoes losing the glue holding their soles after this ordeal. "Am I the sole person here who thinks it might not be too late to escape?" Wade groans as his left sneaker gets stolen off his foot by the thick, pale field.

The cloak was left behind, having been caught and held by a chip of ice beside red mist on the snow. Light glowed from behind her and she saw the first sliver of the sun rising on the horizon. In the rippling illusion of the white landscape, the false wolves came for her. But as she went to crawl away, her hand went through the snow and stuck. Frantically, she clawed at the crack that seized her. The ice beneath the snow held a strange gleam. There was a loud crack and she went tumbling alongside chunks of ice and snow.

Vance’s forces were pursuing us, their vehicles cutting through the blizzard like predators. Damien drove faster, the SUV sliding on the icy road. The snow fell so heavily it felt like we were driving through a white curtain. Trees whipped past on both sides, their branches heavy with snow. Another shot hit the rear window, cracking the glass. I ducked lower in my seat, my heart racing. The baby kicked hard, as if protesting the danger. “Hold on,” Damien said, his knuckles white on the wheel. “We have to lose them in the woods.”

Snow—my white wolf with cold blue eyes—lifted her head. The witch froze. Good. Even without speaking, Snow radiated lethal grace. My body felt heavier, stronger, and wild. Every instinct sharpened. My paws touched the floor with silent promise. The witch’s fingers twitched, drawing runes in a desperate attempt to defend herself, but Snow was already moving. A blur of white. A sharp snap of bones. A wet crack. In the span of a breath, Snow lunged at her, jaws stretching wide. Teeth sank into the witch’s neck and tore through flesh and bone with merciless precision.

In fact, I felt more alive than I’d ever felt before. The snowflakes danced around me, swirling like delicate bits of glass, each one unique in its intricate design. They didn’t touch me, didn’t melt, but hovered near my skin like they were waiting for something. The silence of it all was haunting yet peaceful, a stillness that wrapped around me like a cocoon. I could feel the power in the air, a force, ancient and untamed, thrumming beneath the surface of this frozen world. I moved forward, stepping lightly through the deep snow, feeling the crunch beneath my feet with every step I took. The cold did not bite. It didn’t sting. It embraced me.