Taming My Mate
She plowed through the snow, gasping when something seemed to call to her again.
It was the iced lake.
She wiped snow from her eyes and ignored how the hail peeled and bit at her skin. The weather was harsh in the magical realm, downright dangerous, but Harper was determined.
With slow, deliberate footsteps, she reached the middle of the lake illuminated by the moonlight. The storm was raging on the calling inside her head was getting stronger.
Squinting, she glared down at the ice, freezing, when she noticed a blue glow underneath the ice.
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