Chapter 5

Frostmere in the north was colder than I'd imagined.

When I arrived that afternoon, the snow had stopped, and the sky was a dazzling blue.

Ivette was waiting for me at the mountain gate.

She eyed me up and down, her brow furrowed so tightly.

"How much have you wasted away?" she asked.

"I never kept track," I said, shrugging.

"Starting today, you eat on schedule. White wolf doesn't go hungry."

There were twenty-four Initiates at the Temple of the Moon.

When they presented the silver ceremonial robe to me, every one of them bowed low in respect.

I wasn't…