HANNAH
I had believed the cold war wouldn’t escalate, that people would start asking the right questions and realize Dawson’s pack had been spreading nothing but lies about Ice Stone.
I was wrong.
Rumors had taken on lives of their own, twisting into stories that painted Ice Stone as the enemy. Stories that had set people at each other’s throats—literally.
These days, I was living in a world gone mad.
I knew things had reached a dangerous turning point when Alpha Wallace, over a tense breakfast where no one had managed more than a few bites, announced his decision.
“Dawson is already reaching out to his allies,” he said, his expression more troubled than I had ever seen. “It makes sense for us to do the same. We can’t afford to let this war begin without backup.” His voice dropped, a
