Faye's POV
Growing up, I believed the northern territories were nothing but frozen wasteland, a place where monsters roamed freely and wolves went to die. Hardy kept proving those assumptions wrong, showing me sides of this realm I never expected to see.
Yes, the north was brutal and unforgiving, but it held a wild beauty that took my breath away.
Wind whipped around me as I stood on the cliff's edge, my boots sinking into fresh powder. Snow spiraled through the air like tiny dancers, and the cold cut through my heavy cloak with razor precision. Despite the bite of winter air, I couldn't tear my gaze from the panorama spread below us.
