~ODETTE'S POV~
Snow fell in thin layers all around me. It was a beautiful winter wonderland outside.
All around us, the festival thrummed. Lanterns flickered in the night, dyed paper flags whipped in the breeze, and long tables overflowed with roast venison, wine, and fresh bread steaming in the cold.
At the heart of the festivities stood Ambrose, the Alpha King himself. His dark hair brushed with frost, his amber eyes bright with victory, he looked every inch the predator and the monarch. Yet beside him, he stole the breath from every creature who dared glance his way.
I moved like a breeze in the night; I wore the colors of the ColdMoon Pack. Blue and black. Wearing warm black leggings and a blue knitted sweater with silver threads that shined against my porcelain skin. My white hair spilled in soft waves, catching snowflakes as they fell from the sky.
Ambrose's gaze rarely left me.
When he extended his hand, I took it without hesitation, my fingers were cool as frost.
