Chapter 22 The Rebel's Sanctuary

• The entrance to the Rebel Pack’s sanctuary was a jagged tear in the side of a frozen waterfall.
• As Kjell led them through the curtain of ice, the biting scream of the blizzard vanished, replaced by a low, rhythmic thrumming that Anna felt in the soles of her boots. The air here was warmer, smelling of pine resin, roasting meat, and a faint, metallic scent she couldn't quite place.
• "Welcome to the Frost-Hollow," Kjell said, his voice echoing off the crystalline walls.