{Ryanna’s POV}

Nyra and I watched from the front line of the gathered troops, our paws half buried in blood-wet snow.

The moon hung like a pale witness above us, useless and silent, casting the battlefield in long lifeless shadows. Just ahead, they crept. Hulking shapes that moved with unnatural speed. Death Wraiths.

At least twenty of them, maybe more circled us. Their eyes glowed several colours, no warmth in any of them. Just pure hunger.

Nyra sniffed the air beside me. “They’ve ...