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Her wolf ached for freedom. “I’ll be back later,” she said. Amaya nodded and left. Snow stepped into the woods. Fleur’s voice rang in her mind. “Finally, let me out!” Snow chuckled softly. “Let’s go deeper first. Be careful. Human hunters are everywhere.” Her wolf growled in disagreement. “Let me out! For once!” Snow transformed, her white wolf leaping gracefully into the forest. She ran, paws pounding the damp earth, wind rushing past her. Trees blurred by until a strange scent stopped her.

They were all bound by the same fate now. The climb turned brutal. The snow thickened, clinging to their boots, making every step a battle against the mountain’s resistance. The air was thinner here, laced with something unnatural—something ancient. Kaelan’s wolf instincts were screaming that they were trespassing into forbidden ground. Each gust of wind felt like a warning, a reminder of the dangers that lay ahead. Rhea stumbled, her legs buckling beneath her. Kaelan caught her before she hit the ice, his grip firm but careful. Her skin burned hot despite the freezing air, a stark contrast that sent alarm bells ringing in his mind.

********** When I hit the snow again I’m could tell I was far away from Luceans pack manor. Snow dug under my nails and my face numbed as it had been shortly buried in the cold. I struggled to my feet, the air in my lungs biting and my throat raspy from my sudden and coarse breaths. The wolfs paws touched the snow silently as he stalked around me. I winced, when his voice, cold and echoing reverberated in my head. ‘You think you can waltz into this pack, holding promises of vengeance with an empty gut?’

KIERAN Snow, that is what I wake up into, not at school but the pain of frostbite. It falls in an endless cycle all about me, no atom of colour, just pure, white snow. It gathers on my lashes, melts against my skin, my feet are bare, and numb, my shoulders hurt too. I look back, and there's blood trailing behind me as I drag my broken body through it. Fighting to move on wards, in my arms is precious cargo, I look down as I see him, blonde hair tangled with frost, my torn jacket acting as a scarf for him, green eyes too bright against his skin, as his lips had gone pale from the cold.

At least they still had some kind of authenticity, weren’t such a damn headache. But Snow—she was different. Solid, fiery, too real. And it irritated the hell out of him. Snow landed hard. Pain shot through her toes, sharp and fast. Her back broke out in a cold sweat. Instinctively, she reached for Adriana and clung to her arm. “Help me sit down over there,” she whispered, her voice tense. “Then, when you’re free, can you buy me some bigger slippers? My toes are killing me.”

He opened his eyes, however, the wolf seemed to have disappeared, he twitched and his whole body trembled, the sun was high, and the clouds wandered in the sky like a beautiful painting as if spring knocked on the door accompanied by winter, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, snowflakes fall from the sky, his heart beats uncontrollably, he looks around, he gets up from the ground, apparently, the animal had really gone. A small snowflake falls directly on his nose, it is red, like fresh blood, and he swears to feel the ground tremble, the neighing of the horses hits his ears like a powerful song, and the sound of metal travels through the wind like lightning. The wind embraces his bo

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.

I also turn my face around to see Ty scolding Aaron while Aaron just smiles at him with a kind of satisfaction. Asher shakes his head and averts his attention back to me. I smile at him and his lips threaten to slightly curl upward. I giggle at him, swinging our hand, and soon he is smiling, shaking his head. "Okay C'mon now, snow. Let's go eat something," I say laughing. "Snow?" He asks. "Yeah, your new nickname. How is it?" I ask resuming our walking. He laughs slightly. "Short for snow prince?" "Yeah," I nod.

Cayden promised coldly. I almost stopped when I felt Gen's kick under the table! The fuck!? Why did this witch kick me? So I immediately looked at it but I was surprised when it glared at me and somehow I got her signal. I don't know how it happened but I understood what he wanted to happen. "W-what is that Snow Fall?" I stopped while asking. Bow! The pain of Gen's kick. I feel like my bones are broken! "You don't know that?" Gen. pretended to be shocked. It's nice to tweak it. I was kicked, you can just touch me.

It was unclear where the spearhead was and where the snowflakes were. However, the waves of chilling intent pervaded the entire area, making everyone shiver involuntarily. Norvin raised his sword again. It was like frost penetrating a river, or the sharp edge of the wilderness. In this vast land, it roared like a fierce tiger, overlooking the world with arrogance, a solitary and unrivaled figure. Glints of the sword wove a cold cage in the air, intending to crush everything before it. At that moment, Andrius and Norvin displayed what they had learned throughout their lives, aiming for victory amidst the snow.