To Tame a Winter Wolf: Chapter 2
2 MONTHS LATER: The world was nothing but white and motion. The sled cut across the frozen earth, runners hissing over packed snow as the dogs pulled us steadily north. Their breath rose in thick clouds, silver against the pale morning light. We didn't shift into our wolves. One, because Oren needed to transport whatever he needed to get inside the capital. Two, because I had gotten strickt orders from Alpha Jokul never to show my wolf. Oren held the reins with steady hands, his posture relaxed in a way that suggested this journey was routine. For him, perhaps it was. For me, it felt like riding toward the edge of something vast and irreversible. Two months had passed. And since then, the letter had arrived bearing the Skadi crest—an angular wolf’s head carved in ice-blue wax. All yout
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