lyn

for news from the mountain. At dusk on the third day, heavy wolf-cavalry finally shoveled open the b

old matriarch's face glowed with pride, her chest puffed out higher than ever. Behind her, Camila stumbled in wrapped in a torn fur coat, her lips blue with frostbite, whi

rned safely!" Hartwell strode

er pierced the air. A royal guard sprinted into the hall holding a crimson c

d, and she nearly col

he vermilion scroll signed personally by Prince Regent Junius Knig

held extravagant feasts in the High Temple, corrupting royal law! By decree: six noble clans, including the Lords of Dingyuan and Anping, are strippe

a banquet. Hartwell's wolf fur bristled under his armor

by canceling their feast to distribute porridge and lending the Queen Grandmother's rosary to stabilize the sanctuary. They are

. she protects the Burks family!" Har

t, the Dowager turned and glared at Camila

ager barked, slamming her ironwood cane against the floor. "If Jazlyn hadn't possessed the foresight of a Moon Goddess Seer

bloodshot with ferocious Alph

nned for our pack?" Hartwell roared and swung

l

eways and crashed into a stone pillar, spitting bl

dn't know there would be a blizzard..." Camila waile

ell's iron boot. "Uncle, please! I only wanted to pray

artwell kicked her squarely in the shoulder, sending her sprawling across the tiles. To

ep reverence. "Jazlyn, my good daughter! You not only carry high-born blood, you are the supreme lucky s

credit; it is all thanks to Grandmother's vi

dagger from his belt and threw it down in

artwell bellowed at Kalia. "If I smell a single trace of your scent in that courtyard a

rward, calmly took my Moonstone Rosary back from