ELVIE
I shivered as I finally saw the “mystery friend” my father had been hinting at. Standing in front of us was a figure cloaked in a strange, chilling darkness. His skin was gray, stretched tight over his bones, with eyes that glowed faintly, giving him a haunting, almost lifeless look. I could barely stop myself from gasping aloud as I took a step back. This… thing… looked like something straight out of a nightmare.
My father, Beta Arnold, caught my reaction and grinned. “Elvie,” he said, his tone calm and almost proud. “This is Argon. One of the White Walkers.”
I instinctively covered my mouth, trying to stifle my shock. My heart was racing, and I felt a chill go through me as I took in the details of Argon’s face. His skin was cracked and withered, yet he moved with an unnatura
