WINTER

My breath came in ragged bursts, the snarl still lingering in my chest.

“Oh Goddess…she’s attacked me…” Freya whispered, her eyes widening as she stared in disbelief at her own hand.

Blood streaked her skin, a deep slash cutting from the back of her palm almost to her elbow. The wound wasn’t fatal, but it bled freely, staining her hand a vivid red.

“That woman is monstrous,” Rosentine said, stepping closer to Freya, her gaze narrowing on me with an intensity that ...