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​Thorne’s POV ​The mountain spoke to me in a way it never spoke to the humans. To them, the North was a collection of rocks, ice, and ancient trees. To a wolf, the mountain was a living, breathing entity. It had a pulse that vibrated through the pads of my paws. It had a scent that changed with the seasons—the smell of sleeping minerals in the winter, the scent of damp moss in the spring. And right now, the mountain was screaming.

I pleaded with Henry through gritted teeth, "Henry, can't she walk herself? I'm injured—I can barely move." Henry glanced at me dismissively. "You've always been tough. Just push through a bit longer. Lucy's different—she's never been here before, and she's not in good health. Susie, stop dawdling and keep up." He turned away and strode toward the safe platform. I had no choice but to pick up the backpack and force myself to follow. Henry moved quickly, and soon I couldn't see him anymore. Just then, with a deafening roar, the mountainside began to slide.

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The hot sun is scorching, good thing it's not hot here in the place where Thurstin and I are hiding. I have no idea where we are. I don't even know where we're going. Thurstin said, we will just pass this mountain and we will see a town. The thing is, this mountain has no end. I just sighed while chewing bread. This will be the best diet of my life. Pure bread, the pace is still steady. Hahaha So many things enter my brain. So much to think about. Those are my documents. My stuff and gadgets. My family. my job I don't know which one to take first. Thank you!

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But for me, it was perfect. I sat at a table made of stone. On it lay the Chronicle of the First Queen. It was a book bound in white leather that was so old it felt dirty. I had read it a hundred times. I had stared at the words until my eyes ached. "One must fall so the Queen may rise. One heart must stop to save the mountain." The words were a cage. But tonight, the moon was high and full. Its light poured through a thin crack in the ceiling, hitting the page at just the right angle. I leaned in close. I didn't just look at the ink. I looked into the paper.

Ideally, if Kenton was successful, his vampires and the fairies would drive the wolves off of Wolf Mountain and I would no longer have to worry about Michael and Ethan and their revenge. “If we successfully drive the wolves away, will the name still be Wolf Mountain?” I asked as I lazily nibbled on a pretzel. “It’s the name that’s registered with the state reserve, so I imagine so,” Godwin said as he dropped down on the sofa next to me and stretched out so that his feet were crossed at the ankles and resting on the arm of the sofa and his head was in my lap. “That’s a pity,” I said as I lightly traced the curves of his ear with my fingertips. “It would be nice to never have to hear the word

I paid more attention this time and got really excited. I ran to Marcus with the book. "Be right back." He told Logan and walked with me to the secluded garden area. I showed him the crudely drawn picture of a lake surrounded by mountains. "What's this? Even Marilla's newborn can draw better I think." "Ugh! Read the text, Marcus!" "A high altitude lake perched on an inaccessible plateau in the mighty Himalayas. One sip of this sacred water answers a single question to which you desperately seek the answer."

The message was short, written in an elegant, venomous hand. To the Prince who consorts with barbarians, Your ‘victory’ reeks of witchcraft and ruin. You have unleashed the mountain’s fury and slain hundreds, not in honorable combat, but in subterranean slaughter. The eastern lords will hear the truth. The crown’s alliance with savages ends here. We will not be ruled by those who break the world to save it. There is a price for such treachery. You have taken something of the mountain. The mountain will take something of yours.— A Friend to the True Kingdom “It’s not signed,” Makil said, his voice tight.