Chapter 146

Stella's POV

The Tundra Bog’s mist coiled around my paws like living chains, each step sinking into black muck that smelled of ancient death.

Freya’s storm-gray wolf form paused ahead. "Bloodmire scouts passed here—their scent’s still fresh."

I crouched low, storm-flecked fur bristling at the met...

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