Chapter 77 Whispers Of Ash And Ice

The wind howled through Frostbite Pass, a mournful wail that curled around jagged rocks and iced-over ridges like a spirit unable to rest. Snow had begun to fall again, coating the trail in a thin veil of silver. High above the mountain range, the world remained untouched by time—until now. Aria stood at the edge of the pass, her cloak drawn tight around her shoulders, the fur-lined hood shielding her from the worst of the wind. Behind her, warriors from the Crescent Fang pack loaded supplies onto enchanted sleds. Dominic barked quiet orders, his voice measured, his posture tense.