POV EMMA BELLE
The impact of my landing sent a shockwave through the snow, cracking the permafrost in a jagged circle around my feet. The cold didn't bite me; it recognized me. I stood tall, my white wolf-fur cloak billowing behind me like a war banner.
Across the frozen courtyard, the Ice Seer stopped. Her silver hair whipped in the wind, and her pale blue eyes narrowed, reflecting the violet glow of my skin. Around us, the world was a symphony of chaos. I could hear Damon's guttural roars as he tore through the Northern wolves, the whistle of Félix's arrows, and the silent, deadly strikes of Vincent's blades. But for me, the world had narrowed down to this one woman and the frost she commanded.
"You speak of crowns, little bird," the Seer's voice echoed in my mind, cold and sh
