ra

hovel, biting into my skin like icy needles. We had

, dragging my catatonic father down beside her. "Perhaps..." she whispered, her v

o.

ud. My voice wasn't loud, but it car

d up at me, their ey

gaps in the splintered wood. "The wind chill will freeze

pe a few dozen yards away, shielded by a high ridge of earth and

ched toward the slope. The sheer force of

h into the snow, but it snapped instant

is teeth chattering. "We need to b

he Frostfang Wilds, fire is a beacon. It doesn't just in

nstincts momentarily eclips

g no room for argument. "Find the largest, sharpest

r. Then, without a word of protest, they turned and began scouring the

hing it against the earth. My hands were soon slick wit

. "Elara, stop," she sobbed softly, her maternal instincts breaking her heart. "I'll find a way to s

was the one who ensured our exile. Begging would only hasten ou

ng sure my voice carried over the howling wind

not beg for their scraps. Here, in this wild land, we will build our own Pack, our own fortress. We will not be defi

rd since our sentencing-lifted his head. A faint, desperate spark flickered in his

len

arth kept the brutal winter at bay. I stood by the pristine glass w

lfless*

frozen dirt in the freezing dark. My logical mind scoffed at th

my inner Lycan, let out a low, r

weight. *Look closer. There is a pattern. A purpose. She builds

d my Lycan instincts violently clashed, tearing at my sanity. I couldn't understand this fra