CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SIX - SNOWSTORM RESCUE

It's perfect," Anna breathed, peering inside. The cave was surprisingly spacious, its walls a mesmerizing tapestry of blue and white ice. Erik grinned, pulling her close. "You're amazing, you know that? First you save us from wolves, now you find us the perfect shelter. What would we do without you?" Anna felt a blush creep up her cheeks, warmed by his praise. "We're a team, remember? We all contribute." They called the others over, and soon the cave was transformed into a cozy camp. Arryk got a fire going, its warm light casting dancing shadows on the icy walls. As they settled in for the night, Anna couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at their surroundings. "It's beautiful," she murmured, leaning against Erik as they sat by the fire. He nodded, his arm tightening around her. "Almost as beautiful as you," he said softly, pressing a kiss to her temple. Freya, overhearing, rolled her eyes. "If you two are going to be sickeningly sweet, at least do it where I can't hear you,"