The sky was still dark when Kieran gave up on sleeping. He stood by the window of his chamber, watching the snow fall . The Frostlands was quiet, everyone was asleep but he couldn't because of the weight in his chest . Mikel’s message kept repeating in his head…she’s safe.

Safe…he didn't believe it.

He paced the length of the room bare foot. The fire in the corner had burned low, leaving the air sharp and icy. His wolf was restless inside him too, pushing, growling low.

He could ...