Though spring had descended upon the Northlands, the wind still had the fangs of winter.
Sylvie’s hands were clamped to the reins, her fingertips long past numb. The warhorse beneath her heaved, its hooves stumbling as sweat turned to frost on its coat in the frigid night.
Faster. Just a little faster.
Behind her, the fires of the Frostmoon Clan burned—an escape bought with her brother’s life. There was no turning back, no stopping.
“Run
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