CHAPTER 16
The claws released from Kaspian’s sleeve, blood staining his coat as the wilkołak’s flagging heartbeat pumped out its life force. Its crimson eyes met his, dimming while the wave bore it away. May the ravens of Mokosza bear you to your rest...
Stefan yanked him back, away from the flood wave, and Kaspian watched the water freeze over lifeless bodies on the ground in an instant.
Everything stilled, and as Brygida set foot on the ice, snow spread beneath her steps. With a look at her scythe, its blade lengthened with that same crystalline edge. She approached what bodies remained, swept that massive blade, and severed heads from shoulders.
His bloody hands trembled.
He tried to wipe them clean in the snow, but it had already stained the beds of his fingernails.
Lying on the
