Thalia's POV The biting cold of the northern snow sliced into my bruised skin, but the fire of vengeance burning in my chest was a thousand times hotter. Every gust of the night wind howling across the Crescent Pack border felt like a razor blade scraping against my face. When I finally dragged myself back to consciousness, a wave of agony rippled through every single muscle. My hands were chained high above my head, bound tightly to a freezing wooden post inside a small, isolated ice hut. My black silk gown, once elegant and immaculate, was now shredded in several places, stiff with dried blood and melting snow. "Finally, the traitor wakes up," a cold voice sliced through the silence of the hut. Alpha Vance stepped out from the shadows of the far corner. Inside the ice shack, the only light came from a single, flickering torch, casting long, sweeping shadows that made his frame loom large over me. He wasn't alone. Near the door, two elite Crescent Pack warriors stood at
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