If frost had a sound, it would be the way Luna’s boots crunched over the frozen stone path.
The trail wound through the North Scar Pass—a place so ancient and desolate that even the wind had forgotten how to howl here. The snow fell sideways, dancing in broken rhythms, like the sky itself was unsure of time anymore.
Knox walked close beside her, head on a swivel, ever the silent guardian.
Saffy lagged behind them, muttering to herself and occasionally swatting at invisible bugs that might’ve been illusions, frost spirits, or just sheer Saffy-related drama.
“Okay,” Saffy huffed. “I know I said I wanted adventure, but I meant a cute treasure hunt with cozy socks and hot cocoa. Not an undead blizzard dungeon from magical hell.”
Luna didn’t respond.
She couldn’t.
Because the pulse in he
