COLLINS PARKER POV ====="Wow, this brown wrapping looks exactly like the international supply crates that the northern ice-trading ships drop at the valley gate," I mutter, my voice dropping into a shaky whisper as my fingers touch the cold string. My internal wolf shivers because my memory tracks a terrible morning cycle when a similar crate from the border zones arrived at my lodge. My hands opened that past package and discovered a severed finger belonging to Wesley.That single bloody image stands as an absolute, permanent nightmare that will hunt my internal wolf for the rest of my winter cycles.I pull a massive breath of cold air into my lungs, turning my face toward the kitchen counter. "Patricia Bennett, my hands are shaking too hard. You can advance your claws and slice the binding strings open for my station!""Understood, Collins, my hands will carry the crate out onto the snow porch to execute the slice," Patricia says, her voice sounding super calm.Layla’s little boots
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