The royal convoy sliced through the frost-kissed tundras toward Blizzard Moon Pack, a steel serpent of armored SUVs and supply trucks rumbling over snow-dusted roads. Lilith sat in the lead vehicle, her ruby eyes scanning the barren horizon, the mating mark on her neck a warm pulse against the chill. Sixty warriors rode in tight formation, silver spears glinting under the pale sun, UV lamps humming in readiness. Marcus drove, his grizzled focus unbreakable, while Lucas rode shotgun, brown eyes flicking to every shadow. The attack on Blizzard still hung heavy. Lilith’s mind raced, Lirien pacing restlessly within, her wolf’s intuition a gnawing unease, fortifying like storm clouds. The forest whispered warnings, branches scratching the wind like claws.
Lilith’s worry deepened as the bond wi
