Chapter 43 The Northern Envoy

The iron gates of Thorne Manor didn’t just open; they shivered under the weight of the Northern arrival. Cold—unnatural, biting frost—rolled into the courtyard. Vane, the Alpha of the Northern Frost Pack, stepped out of a sleek, silver-plated carriage. He wasn’t a brawler. He was a silver-haired wol...

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