POV: Serenya
Serenya crouches behind a thick oak tree at the edge of the clearing, her body trembling violently. She watches the scene unfold before her with mounting horror.
She wasn't supposed to be here. Wasn't supposed to follow Dorian and the hunters into the Direwilds.
But something pulled at her. Some dark curiosity. Some need to witness Araya's death with her own eyes.
Now Serenya wishes she'd stayed home.
The clearing is a m******e. Blood stains the pristine snow in spreading pools of dark crimson. Dorian's body lies crumpled and broken, his throat torn open.
And standing over him is a wolf unlike anything Serenya has ever seen.
Massive. Silver-white. Eyes glowing like twin moons.
Araya.
Serenya's breath comes in short, panicked gasps. This can't be real. Araya was wolf-l
