A silver lycan stepped into view, and my breath stopped completely. It was massive, much larger than the other lycans that had been threatening us. Where they had looked like bear shifters, this creature looked like something out of legend. Its silver fur seemed to shimmer even in the darkness of the storm, and every movement radiated power and control.
At its side was a polar bear, enormous and deadly, its white fur making it nearly invisible against the snow.
Behind them, more forms emerged. Smaller than the lycans but still impressive. Artic Dire wolves. I knew them … their distinctive size and strength … they were the Northwind pack officers.
Which meant the silver lycan was Darien. Though my heart already knew that. I felt it leap in recognition when I saw him. Racing wildly in exc
