She should’ve run. I was dying in the snow, bleeding from betrayal, left to rot by my own clan. But she stayed. A human woman with nothing but a child on her hip and fire in her eyes.
She patched me up, fed me scraps, told her daughter stories of something called Christmas. I don’t care what it is. I’ll burn the mountains to give it to her. Now I can’t stop watching her.
The way she protects that girl like a wolf. The way her voice shakes when I touch her wrist. The way she flinches like she’s never been safe a day in her life.
I want to give her peace. I want to make her scream. I want to carry her across the threshold of war and wrap her in furs and ribbon.
But first — I need to kill the ones who came for her. She saved me. Now I’m hers. I don’t know what Christmas is. But I swear by the old blood — this year, it’s ours.
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