The frostfang wolves closed in like living nightmares, their crystalline fangs gleaming in the pale moonlight that filtered through the ice formations. Each breath they exhaled formed clouds of vapor so cold it crystallized instantly, creating a fog of razor-sharp ice particles that hung in the air like suspended death.
Reign swayed on her feet, her body pushed beyond every limit by the direwolf's relentless training. Her claws trembled with exhaustion, and dark spots danced at the edges of her vision. Every muscle screamed for rest, every nerve begged for mercy that would not come.
Six against one. In her current state, the odds were impossible.
The pack leader—a massive male with scars crisscrossing his muzzle—lowered his head and snarled, the sound vibrating through the frozen air li
