Vaughn ventured out of Amberbjorne, heading to the Ice Cave. He wanted to find his soulmate. It was time he began starting a new life. And a soulmate could help him do just that. He’d heard the Ice Caves were a very pretty place, so he decided to start there, searching.
While he made the walk there, he wondered who his soulmate would be. Was she a bloodlined wolf? Yet unchanged? Was she of a pack? He hoped not Tarben. Anything but Tarben.
Leona had not been around him lately. He sensed that she was still mad at him for trying to gut a Sindri girl. The woman hadn’t even been killed. In Vaughn’s defense, she had been about to leap at a girl from Hawthorne and he didn’t want that. Hawthorne was an ally of Amberbjorne.
He wondered when she’d settle down. Leona had always wanted a family, and yet she had made no move to begin one.
He noted with a chill his proximity to the Ice Caves now. It was nearly upon him, and he was in awe of its glory. As he approached, the cold got much more prominent, and he entered. The formations took his breath away. “So pretty,” he marveled.

“And a place in my heart, will always be hers”