The pack’s howls split the air, a chorus of ancient hunger and law. It echoed through the trees, through the snow, through Grace’s bones. She flinched at the sound, her breath catching as the ring of wolves pressed tighter, their glowing eyes fixed on the circle.
Two wolves.
One ring.
No escape.
The silver wolf prowled forward, his massive paws sinking into the snow, steam rising from his breath. His fur shimmered like frost, his eyes gleaming with cruel certainty. Kaleb stood opposite, the black wolf towering, his golden gaze locked on his opponent, his muscles coiled like a storm waiting to break.
Grace’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might crack her ribs. Her fingers curled into fists, nails biting skin, but she didn’t move. Couldn’t move. Kaleb’s words echoed in her mind.
