Qrow X Winter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She wiggled her eyebrows at me—as if what she were saying made the idea somehow more appealing. "It's a private school." I chuckled, shaking my head at the stupidity I found in her statement. "Every dance we have is invested with over thousands of dollars. They're all the biggest." "Yes—but this one is the winter one which is always better than the spring one." Preslie retorted, her tone defensive. "Yeah—peanut butter and jelly is always better with bread." I rolled my eyes, sighing at my weak comeback. "How does the season signify which will be better?"

Instead, the tension settled into my own shoulders as Winter smiled warmly, lifting her hand in a small wave to the sea of faces before her. “I heard you all came to see me,” she said lightly. “That’s right, my Queen,” a voice answered from the crowd. “We only wished to see you in person. Nothing more.” “Then perhaps we should come closer,” Winter said. My grip tightened instinctively as she stepped forward, but she glanced back at me, offering a reassuring smile. I stayed close, unwilling to leave her unguarded. We stopped just within reach of the front line. “Will you visit us again after today?” An elderly woman asked, her voice hopeful.

Griselda stood by the cold hearth, her arms crossed over her broad chest, her face a mask of sour impatience. She was a stout woman, thick with the muscle of a werewolf who could, if she chose, break Winter in half. Winter’s father had been her brother, but no trace of familial warmth existed in her aunt’s heart. “Look at you.” Griselda sneered, her gaze sweeping over Winter’s shivering form. “Drenched. Clumsy. You can’t even carry a bucket of water without making a mess of it. What good are you?”

At dinner, my mom hit me with, "Tristan, why didn't you bring Chloe along? "We're not getting any younger, and you guys live so far away. Who knows how many more times we'll get to see Chloe?" I felt a lump in my throat and just kept my head down, focusing on my food to keep the tears at bay. "Mom, Chloe is off traveling with Sheila. We'll bring her by to see you guys for New Year's." No sooner had I said that than my phone started buzzing. It was Sheila. I stepped outside to take the call.

Then, he patiently showed me how to correct it. Another time, Raven tried to humiliate me in front of everyone, calling me a loser no one wanted after Grayson dumped me. Kane happened to walk by at that moment. He paused and casually remarked, "Ms. Slater deserves someone better." At his words, Raven's face turned livid, and Grayson's expression hardened instantly. Those were just small moments, though. What truly shocked everyone was what happened during the Winter Hunt. The Winter Hunt was one of the grandest annual events among the northern packs. Every young werewolf participated in a three-day hunting competition across the frozen plains.

Zachary replied, “You can take Ms. Crawford with you. Come back in the evening. The wind gets stronger once the sun sets, so it’ll be colder.” “I know. You don’t have to be so worried. We’re in our house,” said Serenity as she walked out of the dining area. Zachary used to be a man of few words. However, when it came to her, he would nag a lot and make many arrangements for her. Quinn accompanied Serenity on her walk outside. She had been talking to Grandma May since arriving at Wildridge Manor with Julian and had not been able to admire the winter view yet. Winters in Wiltspoon were not snowy. To Quinn, it was too warm there. Nevertheless, the view she saw at the manor was no less breathtak