LENA’S POV

I woke to cold.

It wasn’t the sharp and biting cold of Moonfang winters that I had grown so used to. It was something heavier.

A harsh chill that oozed through my bones.

For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was.

Pale light filtered through windows, warming the room.

And then it hit me!

Ironclaw.

The memory slammed back into me all at once.

The room.

The dark matter attack.

The thing that had slipped through the door like a stain spreading across fabric.

The ...