The cavern pulsed with ethereal frostlight, but the voice that cut through the crystalline silence didn't come from the mystical walls around her.
It came from within.
Finally, the whisper coiled through her mind, sharp as a blade drawn across winter ice. You hear me clearly now.
Reign staggered to her feet, her wounded body protesting every movement. She pressed trembling hands to her temples as if she could somehow push the voice back into the depths of her consciousness. But she knew with terrible certainty that this wasn't madness or hallucination.
This was her wolf spirit—the predator that had been awakening since her first taste of frostfire, growing stronger with each kill, each act of violence that fed the blood oath carved in ice.
You've been running, it continued, its tone c
