The blood oath still burned in her veins three days later, a constant reminder of the vow that had transformed her from hunted to hunter.
Reign moved through the frozen wasteland like death given form, her pale figure blending seamlessly with the swirling snow. The storm had become her ally, masking her scent and muffling her footsteps as she stalked prey that had once considered her easy quarry.
No longer would she wait in caves for enemies to find her. No longer would she react to threats with desperate defense. Tonight, the hunters would learn what it meant to be prey.
She had been tracking this particular group for hours—five rogues who had been boasting in the border settlements about claiming the bounty on the "ice witch's" head. Their trail through the deep snow was easy to follo
