Friedrich’s POV
The sun is up in the sky, just there offering normal daylight, but no warmth in this cold morning. I don't need to be a weather forecaster to know that it's going to snow later. Winter is finally here, and the coldness entering into my skin is too intense to ignore.
My body sways as I find my way to the pack's ancestral hall, each step harder than the last. It's ten in the morning, and we're having a general pack meeting, called by my father. I don't have any idea what the purpose is, but I'm just at ease that I managed to bring myself here. I wonder what excuse I would have had to give if I wasn't here.
The wounds on my body have healed though, but not the piercing silver burn on my wrist. That will take way longer, and I've been careful enough to hide it under the lo
