POV: Bea Sharpe

Lady Macbeth's ice spread across the ballroom floor like a living thing.

I grabbed Desi and pulled her behind an overturned table as the temperature dropped twenty degrees in seconds. Around us, students scrambled for cover. Pack leaders shifted into defensive positions. King Alexander's soldiers raised weapons.

This was it. The moment everything either ended or began.

"Ben!" I shouted over the chaos. "East side evacuation route!"

He was already moving, herding younger ...