Chapter 22: Winter Tooth
Hazel’s POV
Winter Tooth Pack smells like snow and blood.
Even in summer.
The gates are iron, not wood. Spiked. The guards don’t cross spears ,they level crossbows.
“State your business,” one shouts. His eyes flick to Alaric, to Kael, to Cleric. Then to me. “No omegas past the gate.”
Alaric moves before I can. One step. Alpha power hits the wall like a physical thing. “She’s not an omega,” he says. Voice quiet. Deadly. “She’s Luna Hazel of Stone Jaw. And you will open this gate, or I will tear it down.”
The guard pales. “Alpha Borin doesn’t…..”
“Alpha Borin will see us,” Kael of Red River cuts in. “Or he’ll explain to the Council why he turned away three Alphas and a Beta over a slave law Vincent wrote.”
That name. Vincent.
It works.
The gates creak
