halfwolfdemon92

There had been a time when she had loved the cold. She'd stood at the crest of a snow-capped peak and relished the feel of icy wind catching at her hair and kissing her face. As a child, she'd spent more time making snow angels and igloo forts than learning to be the proper lady her stepmother wanted. Winter had been her friend for as long as she could remember. Strange, that now it was tearing her apart. There was ice in her veins. She could feel the chill creeping slowly under her skin, pushing through her bloodstream like a vicious parasite, eating away at the strength she had once called upon so easily. These days, she could barely get o