WINTER

“Freya, I think that’s too much,” I said sharply.

It’s not that I took what happened yesterday lightly. The moment I heard Alaric was dead, it felt like the air had been punched out of my lungs. And I wasn’t defending Valtor’s decision to burn that place down with Kallias and Crystal still trapped inside.

But when the word war slipped into the conversation, a war between the Rogue Kingdom and the Werewolf Packs, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Our ...