Sparks lit the sky before the war had done so.
A fierce howling of wind moved through the Red Claw pack, heavy with the smell of metal, magic, and smoke.
Red flags snapped angrily in the wind, tied up in their own rage as though they could smell blood on the horizon.
Torchlight blazed along the ramparts of stone, casting dancing gold upon the blackened stone. The air was thick, not only with heat, but with fear.
Red Claw guards crept, wedging chains into heavy iron gates, sharpening blades of obsidian, and anchoring wards across the perimeter.
Wolves padded down halls in man and beast form, eyes aglow, ears attuned to the first whisper of invasion.
Tallest of them all, Cassie stood on the highest balcony of the war tower, gazing out at the far mountains where Greyer's earth gave way
