The subterranean descent into the geothermal foundations of Blackwood Ridge was an ancient ritual known only to the royal line of the Silverfang pack. Cut into the living basalt beneath the cabin's cellar, the narrow spiral stairway wound down through fifty meters of solid granite, where the biting sub-zero frost of the mountain surface gave way to an extraordinary, humid warmth. The air smelled of volcanic sulfur, mountain mint, crushed…
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