Ice Wolf Clan Secret for Glory
Seven months had passed since Shin entered the lost dimension.
16th Floor — Exterior Hunting Grounds of the Ice Wolf Clan
Arlo's fist came down like a hammer.
The heavy oak table, solid enough that two men would have struggled to tip it, split clean down the middle with a sharp, splintering crack. Papers, an ink pot, and the crumpled letter from his sister scattered across the floor. Black ink bled into the wood grain like a wound.
He stood over the wreckage, breathing hard, jaw locked so tight it ached. Arlo was normally very calm, but it was hard to contain his rage given the situation.
He was done with his stupid sister.
Done trying to make her see reason. Done writing letter after letter explaining why alliances mattered, why the Matra Clan and the Blue Dragons joining forces changed everything.
That stubborn woman refused to listen. She was too proud, too certain that the Ice Wolf Clan needed nothing but strength.
