Frost stood at the edge of the packâs territory, the cold wind biting at his fur as he stared into the distance. The Snowfall had brought with it a strange silence, a stillness that felt wrong. Every time he tried to shake the feeling, it crept back, deeper and more suffocating.
Lina was sick. Frost knew it, even though she refused to admit it. He could see it in the way her eyes were dulling, in...