FROZEN BONDS: THE HALF-BLOOD'S MATE
And at their head, a figure I knew.
Rourke.
He stood at the edge of the ice, his red hair bright against the snow, his golden eyes fixed on me. Behind him, his wolves shifted, their claws scraping the ice, their teeth bared, their hunger rising.
"The half-blood comes," he said, his voice carrying across the frozen lake. "And she brings the ice wolf with her. How fitting. How perfect."
Stellan moved to stand beside me, his body shifting, his claws extending. "This ends tonight, Rourke. The war. The prophecy. All of it."
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