Pasha tugged his sister up from where they’d hidden under Bora lake and watched the bizarre scene play out. Her face was round, with a small mouth and wide set, slanted eyes. She was a child—not even thirty, yet—but she looked even younger. Tears mingled with fishy lake water, now black and grey with ash. Her silver eyes looked blue in the Eyelight.
Anna sucked in a breath, released a shuddering sob.
Pasha pulled her close so his body would smother the sound of her crying. His own face was gritty with soot, concealing the thick scar that ran from his right eye to the corner of his mouth. Through the blur of his own tears, he watched the shaggy, white monster scuttle toward where the other creatures had settled by the lake, far from the rest of the invaders who’d set camp just beyond thei
