Chapter 1

Snow crunches beneath my knees as I crouched beside the fallen man, my breath curling in the cold air.

Cole lies broken in the bloodstained slush, his hunter’s leathers torn, his stomach filled of wounds.

Blood seeps between his fingers where he presses them against his side,

His lips are cracked, his breathing shallow, each inhale looks a chore against the cold seeping into his bones.

I should leave him. I Should let the snow take another witch hunter, let his ...