Chapter 212 The Icy Alpha

• Ava
• The kitchen was a flurry of activity as we prepared for the evening’s feast. I found myself assigned to the cooking staff, which was a relief. At least here, I could put my skills to good use.
• The head cook, a plump woman named Martha, barked orders as we chopped, stirred, and seasoned. It seemed that all of the food had been grown or hunted here on the mountain, which came as no surprise; I couldn’t think of a single pack that Crescent Moon traded with.