Third-Person pov :
The Silver Moon Estate was frozen. Literally.
Aria’s grief had triggered the raw, ancient power of the White Wolf, sending the temperature inside the Master Suite plummeting. A thick layer of frost covered the walls, the mirrors, and the grand mahogany bed. Aria sat on the floor, perfectly still, her icy blue eyes staring blankly into the void, her fingers tightly clutching the tiny white sock that belonged to her stolen daughter.
Beta Marcus stood in the corner, his breath puffing out in white clouds. He watched his broken daughter with a shattered heart. The three Alpha Kings—Caspian, and Killian—were kneeling on the floor, covered in mud and their own blood from their frantic, feral hunt in the woods. They were completely defeated, their royal auras suffocated by
