Brynn looked from William’s blood pooling beneath them, to Garan’s smug smile, to the bloodied dagger resting in the snow.

Intricate carvings adorned the wooden hilt. Intricate carvings … of wolves.

Garan sauntered closer as white-hot rage cleaved a path through Brynn’s chest. She snarled.

“Brynn …” William wheezed. “Get away from him.”

A low, menacing howl rose from the forest into a high keen. Others joined in until an entire chorus filled the ...