The journey back to the packhouse was a blur of agonizing, frantic movement.
Aria didn't remember the exact path they took down the mountain. She only remembered the terrifying weight of Rowan’s unconscious body as Jarek and the other wolves carried him through the blinding whiteout. She stayed right beside him the entire time, her hand gripping his frozen fingers, terrified that if she let go, his faint pulse would stop completely.
When they finally burst through the heavy oak doors of the great hall, the pack erupted into motion.
"Get him to the hearth! Now!" Lena shouted, her voice cutting through the panicked gasps of the villagers.
The heat of the room hit Aria like a physical wall, but Rowan didn't react. His skin was still a terrifying, translucent shade of marble, his lips brui
