The blizzard was a screaming wall of white, but it couldn't drown out the sound of the pack dying.
"Léo! Léo, answer me!" Sarah’s voice was a jagged, desperate shriek that tore through the freezing air. I saw her through the haze of smoke, her hands raw and bloody as she tried to pull her young son from under a collapsed supply sled.
A warrior—a man I’d seen laughing with Silas just days ago—didn't stop to help her. He shoved the mother aside, his face a mask of primal terror, and scrambled over the debris to vanish into the woods. The sound of Sarah’s head hitting the frozen earth stayed with me, a dull, sickening thud that felt like a nail being driven into my own skull.
I was standing near the remains of the tent, my hands shaking so violently I had to clench them into fists.
The ba
