The fighting stopped as if someone had pressed pause on the world. Silvermane and Shadowfang alike turning toward the sound.
Toward the massive black wolf standing at the edge of the forest.
Damien.
He was enormous. Twice the size of a normal wolf, maybe bigger. His fur was pure black, absorbing light like a void. But it was his eyes that made Evie's blood freeze.
Red.
Not the amber-gold of a normal wolf. Not even the corrupted red-orange of his Shadowfang wolves.
Pure crimson. Like blood. Like hellfire.
Like something that had given up everything natural to become something monstrous.
He padded forward slowly, and the Shadowfang wolves parted for him. Bowing. Submitting. Recognizing their Alpha.
His gaze swept the battlefield, taking in the bodies, the blood, the exhausted Silver
