RHETT
The woods were dark and the snow was falling.
I moved through the trees without sound — paws on frozen ground, breath in pale clouds. And then I heard her voice came from deep in the trees.
Help me.
Her voice was faint. The way important things always start. Easy to miss if you weren't paying attention.
But I was always paying attention.
Ice — my wolf — didn't run from things. He ran toward them. That was the difference between us and Logan's wolf, between us and Maddox's. They hunted. We searched.
Please. Someone.
I ran faster into the woods.
The trees opened into a clearing that shouldn't have existed, and in the center stood a tower. Tall, stone, covered in frozen ivy, each leaf encased in ice that caught the moonlight and shattered it into patterns across the snow.
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