Elena
Ray stands in the kitchen doorway. His amber eyes are dark. His clothes are torn. There is blood on his shirt.
"Elena," he says. "We need to leave. Now."
Behind him, through the open door, I see fire. The village is burning. Orange flames lick the sky. Smoke billows. Wolves scream.
"What happened?" I gasp.
"Alexander. He attacked the east side. My wolves are holding him back, but not for long." Ray grabs my hand. His palm is warm. Sticky with blood. "We have to get you out."
"But where can we go? The tunnel is blocked. Ivy told him—"
"I know about Ivy." Ray's jaw tightens. "She is gone. I sent her away. She will not hurt you again."
He pulls me toward the door. The snow is deep. The cold bites my cheeks.
We run. The village blurs past. Burning houses. Wolves fighting. Howls
