Chapter 30 The Feast Of The White-gold Sun

• The Frost-Hollow was no longer a place of mourning.
• Huge roasting pits filled the air with the scent of wild elk and spiced pine. For the first time in centuries, the Rebel Frost-Wolves were not hiding in the shadows of glaciers. They were dancing.
• A massive bonfire of geothermic wood roared in the center of the camp, its flames not orange or red, but a brilliant, shimmering white-gold that mirrored the energy currently thrumming in Anna’s veins.