Chapter 5

By the time I stepped onto the ridges of Frostfang Mountain, the sky had just begun to pale with the first light of dawn. The wind greeted me with the familiar scent of snowcedar and stone-cold earth—sharp, clean, and ancient. This was the scent of my bloodline. The place I was always meant to return to. The long journey, the soul-rending backlash of a severed mate bond, had nearly drained the last of my strength. But when I reached the sentry post at the edge of the territory and saw the...