Reign stood in front of a mirror, studying the creature she'd become.
Her skin was translucent ice, veins visible as frozen rivers beneath the surface. Her eyes had lost their color, replaced by pure white that reflected light like snow. When she breathed, frost formed in the air.
She was beautiful. Terrifying. Inhuman.
"You're still in there," the Fire Prince said from the doorway. "I can see it."
"Can you?" She turned to face him. "Because I'm not sure anymore."
He approached slowly. When he got close, his natural heat made her ice skin steam faintly. The sensation was strange. Not painful. Just wrong.
"Talk to me," he said. "Tell me what you're thinking."
"I'm thinking I made my wolves a promise. That I'd build them something that lasted." She gestured to herself. "This doesn't l
