POV: Maya

The world stopped when that explosion tore through the night. I knelt in the snow, staring at the mountain of rubble where the tunnel entrance had been seconds ago. My ears rang. My vision blurred. Blood dripped from my nose, warm against my cold skin.

Hundreds of wolves were there. Women. Children. The elderly. The wounded who couldn't fight. All buried alive.

"MAYA!" Karl's voice cut through my shock. He grabbed my arm, trying to pull me up. "We have to move! Seraphina's ...