I remembered the path towards my Grandmother’s castle—our castle—is not as rough as this.

Small mountains of snow covered the road, twigs and rocks everywhere. And icicles lined the area like some strayed spears protecting someone.

As we set off towards the grandmother's castle, a mix of emotions churned within me. Fear, determination, and hope are all warring inside me as if I’m one hell of a giant blender.

I love my grandmother so much. I missed her too. I know that she hates me now that I left her for a man—for an Alpha—at the age of eighteen. But I have a feeling that she'll set aside some personal...