Alpha Alexander led me up a narrow staircase to the third floor, the silence in the house unsettling. The place was too quiet for a pack this size, especially one with a family. I knew he had four other children besides Hope, but the house felt almost abandoned. There were no footsteps or voices, just the creak of the wooden stairs beneath us.
When we reached the door to his office, Alexander opened it without a word. The room was large, with high ceilings and windows overlooking the snowy wilderness outside. But what caught my attention were the ice structures scattered throughout the room. A desk made of crystal-clear ice sat in the center, its surface smooth and glistening. The chair behind it had a wooden frame but was inlaid with intricate ice designs like frost had grown naturally a
