Fannar’s P.O.V.
I shouldn’t have come here.
The thought echoed through my mind the moment I stepped into my grandfather’s hall, heavy and unshakable, like instinct itself was trying to drag me back out before it was too late. But it already was. Because she had already been taken.
Even now, as I stood on the ice stone floor beneath the towering arches of Alpha Jokul’s private chambers, I knew exactly what was happening beyond the capital’s walls. The first-years would be waking. Disoriented. Cold. Alone in a landscape that had no mercy for the weak or the unprepared.
My jaw tightened. Eira would be waking. And I… I was here.
“Speak, Fannar.” My grandfather’s voice cut through the silence like a blade, sharp and absolute, leaving no room for hesitation or second thoughts. I forced mys
