Royal Alpha Roar.
Being a Frostfang means stepping into a room and, by the aura of my wolf, altering any temperature and the very fabric of the atmosphere. I’ve done it countless times before. It’s a shadowed mantle I’ve worn since the night my father died. Back then, I was a grieving boy who turned everything he touched to ice. If I so much as heard a Frost Keeper mutter a word about me, I craved vengeance with a fervor that bordered on madness. That hunger for retribution began the moment I let my father’s killer go free.
I was a child, powerless to do anything—but I still hold myself accountable.
And because of that, I let nothing slide. I repay evil for evil and, more often than not, I repay good with evil. Like this scene before me now. Serayah, her hand resting on my son, both of
