The air around Finn’s shriveled corpse didn’t just grow cold; it turned into a vacuum.
"Finn..." I whispered, my voice sounding like it was coming from the bottom of a deep, dark well. My hands were still vibrating with the heat of his stolen life, a warmth that felt like a crime against nature.
"Monster!" Marek’s voice broke through the hum of the void. He didn't shift into a wolf; he stayed in his human form, his eyes bloodshot and wide with a grief that had turned into madness. He picked up a discarded silver-tipped spear from the snow and lunged at me. "I’ll see you in hell before I let you take another step!"
"Marek, stop!" Silas roared, but he was too slow.
I didn't even have time to raise my hands. Marek was inches away from driving the silver into my throat when a sudden, viole
