Chapter 55 The Brother Beneath The Ice

The wind screamed over the tundra like a ghostly banshee over the dead. Frosthold was a shell, but its secrets were far from resting in peace. Under the ruins of the sanctuary's broken floor, a tunnel had been uncovered—one that vibrated with a heat that didn't exist in this world. Damien gazed into the tunnel, unease prickling at the back of his neck. His hand tightened instinctively—claws still active, the memories of his shift hanging there like a phantom ache.