yra's gaze was fixed upon the impossible

onlight. His thickly muscled, thickly furred body was streaked with blood and ice. She didn't know how she managed to

ed under her breath, tugging hard on the

rely. His ribs rose with labored, irregular rhythm, and with each exhalation came a small, rattling growl. His body was abnormally hot

it-this creature wasn't just a wolf. And somewhere within

o the storm as if expecting her homecoming. Her legs ached with fatigue by the time she stood

ide open and shoved the sled p

t and crackl

this deadly-but the gleam in his silver eyes lingered still in her mind. That

m on the rumpled rugs and f

n to cut away the ice-crusted fur surrounding the wound

ed around a ragged incision in the muscle, and she wrinkled her nose at th

rked a

sputtered as it struck his skin. The wolf flinched but didn't move. His head rotate

she breathed. "Wha

r breath-a soothing heat learned from her mother, used for mending, never for hurting. When she finished, s

e storm raged at the windows, a

hu

-a soft glimmer in the fur just below t

Faded and old, hidden beneath the fur,

ounded by a circle,

of her mother's forbidden tomes. It was the prince who was

, drawing back.

ound the one able to break the spell-his true love. Most did not survive his touch. Others claimed

il

. She sat up and beg

hat? Nurse him back to health and

to rid herself of the shi

ould sense his presence like a pulse in

he ought t

never her f

der

war

lon

d looked at him in the firelight. The blizzard outside le

uised, and beautiful-l

g questions. Warnin

wounded animal she had saved. And maybe,