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    FrostFire – Zoe Marriott

    “In my dreams, the wolves come for me. I hear their voices echoing from the far-off mountains and the frost-bright stars. They sing of the hunt, and hot blood spilled on snow, and the scent of their prey’s fear on the wind. My fear.” Frost is alone. Her father was killed many years ago and her mother spent her time watching Frost and crying herself to sleep at night because of what her daughter is, until she herself died. Frost is cursed, she has a wolf living inside of her, a wolf that rears its ugly head when a drop of blood falls from Frost’s skin. A wolf that doesn’t…