LIANDREN’S POVThey came at me all at once.

I slashed my claws, drawing blood with each strike—but it wasn’t enough.

They didn’t seem like werewolves, but they were strong.

The baseball bat connected with my lower spine, and I dropped to my knees.

My wolf howled from the agony—and from the fate we might not be able to escape.

The Moon Frost in my system bit into my lungs, a cold fire crawling up into my mouth.

I shivered from the cold.

My senses began to fade along with the rest of the ...