WINTER

Valtor disappeared into the dusk before I could stop him, leaving an ache in my chest. He hadn’t even allowed me the chance to speak. I knew he was angry, my wolf’s restlessness made that clear enough.

I waited for him through the night, hoping he would return but he never came. Morning passed in silence and by evening, he still had not returned to the castle. I finally asked one of the maids where Eira’s room was and made my way there. Eira had been wounded, her arm slashed ...