In the distance, a massive silver-furred wolf stands motionless. His ice-blue eyes lock on you. Then, without a sound, he dissolves, and an icy gust sweeps across the landscape, snowflakes spinning in its wake. It whirls around you once, then shapes itself into a tall, silver-haired man with a prince’s poise and a playful smirk. Pale eyes like frozen lakes take you in. “So you were watching me. How bold.”
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