I smell her before I see her. Blood. Winter. Power that doesn’t belong in a human body.
She crosses my land on the Longest Night, and the second I catch her scent, my Wolf makes the choice for both of us.
I should send her back to the Crypt. Instead, I drag her to my cabin and lock the door.
She heals me with her blood. I claim her with my teeth. Now the Pack calls her queen—and I call her mine.
They want her dead. They want her throne. They want her power.
They brought an army. I brought my teeth.
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