---- "I can't feel her inner wolf; I've tried to reach it, but... there's only avoid and a lot of cold." He answered me and, still sitting on the ground, my gaze snagged on the white hair streaming in the wind. Winter magic, white hair, and a female who fought like a warrior. Suddenly I had a bad hunch... it couldn't be a coincidence. "Well, at least this way we'll survive the night, and Dad will find us soon." She dusted off her hands, eyeing the white ceiling with satisfaction. I went to stand.

I needed to ask her, questions were eating me alive, but a stab, like a knife jammed into my chest, made me hiss. looked down and realized the poison had gotten me. The fabric over my chest had been melted by that acid, and my skin was feverish, flushed red shifting toward purple. "Oh no... the Queen Cecilia's venom got you." she muttered, and before I could tell her I was fine, that my Selenia blood could burn it off over time, she was shoving me back down. This time onto the remains of a fallen log.

Not exactly appropriate thoughts, her riding me hard, flashed through my overheated brain. I think this toxin-soaked swamp was messing with my head. But when I saw her face close to mine and watched her strip off her gloves to touch my pecs bare-handed, I realized, a little bitterly, she

herb here, but I can draw it out bit by bit from the wound... it just takes time." She lifted her gaze and those gorgeous gray eyes were within reach of a small lean. ---- My eyes wandered over the arc of her delicate nose and those full, kissable lips. My wolf kept pushing to know her, to connect with her wolf. "Who are you?" I asked, praying the answer wouldn't be what I feared.

and Men of Winter. I'd heard a winter woman had been born, a miracle. White hair, a

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