Andrei’s POV
We made camp at the base of the mountain, keeping it well-hidden amongst the scrub and young trees. The mountain loomed overhead, its peak concealed by dark clouds of snow and ice roiling in the night sky.
Somewhere up there, amongst those whiteout conditions, was the Winter King’s stronghold. And somewhere in that stronghold… was my family. I was sure of it.
“Andrei, it could take hours for you to reach the stronghold,” Grace complained, gripping my arm tightly as I sorted through my supplies. I would only take the bare minimum, ensuring my pack was light and not cumbersome—a little food and water, some weapons, a small first aid kit. “And the terrain is treacherous for someone alone.”
“I’ll go in wolf form,” I replied curtly, shaking her hand off. “I’ll be fast and preci
