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Titania Outside, I rub my chilly arms while waiting for Kristoff's orders. He barks a command to Peter and a few minutes later, I hear an engine running. Someone wraps a thick, black coat around me, the smell of aftershave filling my nostrils. Kristoff's husky voice sounds so dangerously low, as his cool breath washes over my earlobe. “We'll be home soon.”

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

Jackie whispered in my ear, capturing my full attention. My excitement surged. "Is it from Kristoff?" Jackie nodded affirmatively. She looked around before continuing. "Rolf told Igor to let you know that Jarl Kristoff asked you to meet him at the southwest border. Tonight, when everyone's sleeping." A smile spread across my face as I nodded. The prospect of meeting Kristoff was enough to make my exhaustion and anxiety disappear. The thought of his warm embrace reignited a thrill within me. No one could evoke such a mix of emotions in me as he could.

I'm not too fond of how that sounds. Doing as he is told, Connor pulls me to his lap, trapping us both in the same seat in a hug position. His right arm is wrapped around my waist, while his left hand protectively holds my head against his shoulder. The car dips, free-falling, to bounce off the terrain a few times, shaking every bone in our bodies out of place, followed by an abrupt stop. Connor releases our seat belt and wraps his camouflage coat around me before carrying me out of the car. My mother's threatening howl comes not too far behind us, but I can't see her. The raging snow makes it impossible to see more than a few feet away from our noses. How Adrian drove through it and manage

The walk across the frozen sea was a penance. Without the "High-Res" insulation of their Sovereign suits or the "Physical-Buffs" of the Alpha-Soul, every mile felt like a lifetime. The ice wasn't the smooth, frictionless surface of the simulation; it was a jagged, treacherous graveyard of salt-crusted ridges and deep, sapphire-blue fissures that groaned under their weight.

Unbeknownst to him, the walk-in freezer wasn't actually faulty. Not long after he left, the cooling system roared to life, its hum the sound of impending death. A sharp, icy mist filled the chamber, creeping across my skin like the claws of a predator. I howled, my voice shifting between human and wolf as I slammed my fists and claws against the steel walls. My breath turned to frost before my eyes. My wolf instincts screamed at me to shift. If I not shifted, I would suffocate before I froze. Kenneth glanced at the calendar. His expression became even colder.

The northern lights exploded across the dark sky just as Kane and Elias stepped onto the frozen lake, painting everything in wild green and purple. "After everything we have seen, this still takes my breath away," Kane said, lacing his skates fast. Elias stood up and tested the ice. "Same here. This trip feels right. Just us, the lights, and old friends coming soon. Time to look back at it all." They pushed off together, blades cutting sharp into the quiet. The cold air bit but their moves stayed smooth after years of practice. Old teammates started showing up one by one, calling out hellos as they joined the ice.

He finally looked at Kristina, eyes completely devoid of warmth. "Get out." His voice wasn't loud. If anything, it was frighteningly calm. Nonetheless, the authority in it left absolutely no room for argument. Kristina's eyes instantly reddened. "Caden... how could you treat me like this..." "Would you prefer I have security escort you out?" he cut in coldly. Kristina stared at him in disbelief, then shot me one final venomous glare. Finally, she covered her face and ran out crying. The living room fell silent again.

Even if Kristoff asked for her body —her honor, in return, she wouldn't be able to give it just for the sake of returning the favor to Kristoff. Silence. For 5 minutes Selene was drowned in the wailing and all the misfortunes she had. She tightly closed her ration valve —reticent to continue the only request she had. Kristoff chuckled softly at selene's change in expression. "Forget my arrogant question earlier, miss." Selene raised her head —looking up at Kristoff who had just risen from where he was sitting. "What do you mean, Doctor Kristoff?" Kristoff turned around and sat back in his original place. Without hesitation he approached —approaching Selene's right ear, then whispered, "Just

' The words swirled in my mind as the light pulsed brightly twice and then went out. Kristoff was gone; all that remained on the plinth was a pile of ash, and from nowhere a gust of wind blew from the east, catching the ashes and twirling them away.