The shadow wolves hit at midnight.
They came from three sides at once, silent as death until the first scream tore through camp. Reign was already moving, frost gathering at her hands before she was fully awake.
"Defensive positions!" she shouted.
Her wolves scrambled, grabbing weapons, forming lines. The Fire Prince's soldiers moved faster, already trained for night attacks. Fire bloomed across the courtyard as they lit torches and ignited their blades.
The attackers were massive, bigger than any wolf Reign had seen. Their fur was black as pitch, eyes reflecting nothing. They moved like smoke, fast and impossible to track.
One lunged at her. She threw ice, caught it mid-leap. It shattered the frost with its jaws and kept coming. She rolled, came up slashing with a frozen blade. Blood
