The snowstorm over the North was fierce.
Outside the black iron gates of Dusk Fortress, Aiden, Bryce, and Cyril stood with a battered Seraphina restrained between them, their eyes fixed on the man above the fortress walls.
"Cassian, hand Layla over!" Aiden's eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse with fury. "Or tomorrow I'll summon the armies of the Silver Wolf Pack and raze the North to the ground!"
Cassian stood high above them, his black wolfskin cloak snapping violently in the wind.
He did not even bother lifting his gaze. "You're welcome to try."
Bryce clenched his jaw. "The exile order was forged. Layla is still part of the Silver Wolf royal court. She has to come back with us."
"She's my fiancée now," Cassian said coldly. "Get lost."
"There's no way she would choose the Mad Wo
