The march north took three days.
Reign led her wolves through mountain passes most packs avoided. The old Glaciara territories had been abandoned for generations, considered cursed ground where frost never thawed and ancient magic still poisoned the air.
Which made them perfect.
They established their stronghold in a natural fortress of ice and stone, carved by glaciers over millennia. Caves provided shelter. High walls gave defensive advantage. And the location was remote enough that enemies would see them coming from miles away.
Her wolves worked through the night, fortifying positions and setting up supply caches. Sixty fighters weren't an army, but they could defend this ground against larger forces if they were smart about it.
On the fourth morning, Reign stood at the highest poi
