The creature stepped out of the darkness, and even Gideon grew tense at what was before his eyes. The wolf was larger than any Lycan or werewolf he had ever seen, with fur in a midnight blue colour, almost as dark as black, but not quite. All this, however, wasn’t what amazed the King of the West the most. It was the spikes of ice that grew straight out of the wolf’s fur. Larger over the top of his neck and back, smaller on the sides. He looked majestic and ominous at the same time as he bared his sharp, sparkling white teeth.
New. He was so new! As if he was just… born now.
It was hard to ignore how cold the night became, and snowy mist started to form around the creature whose eyes were gleaming like two northern stars.
“Amarok,” Riannon whispered. She was the only one smiling now bec
