Chapter 23 The ashes we choose

Six Months Later

Zara

Spring came late.

It always does this far north - like the land itself is reluctant to trust warmth again.

I understood that now.

Even with the Howlers gone and the fires burned out, I couldn't shake the cold.

Not completely.

I'd become something else in that clearing.

Not a god.

Not a monster.

Just a wolf who surviv