In all my twenty years, I had never known the feeling of being on the edge of death—until my wolf power was utterly drained. The blizzard howled, carrying the sharp scent of silver dust. It coiled around me like invisible chains, choking the breath from my Inner Wolf, locking him deep within. My wounds—deep gashes from a brutal fight with Rogues—hadn’t even begun to heal. Blood oozed out, freezing almost instantly in the bitter cold. I had fallen into a crevasse. My limbs were numb. The wind screamed in my ears, and I could feel my life slipping away, breath by fading breath.But I wasn’t afraid. Even as the end crept closer, I found myself smiling faintly, trying to comfort the two young wolf pups I had nearly died protecting—Holly and Lvan.“Don’t cry, little ones,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “I’m just… tired. Go down the mountain first, okay? I’ll catch up after I rest a little.”Lvan, stubborn as ever, kept digging at the ice with his tiny, bloodied paws, refusing to give up on
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