The dust settled over the ruined bridge, the silence broken only by the crumbling of loose stones into the churning river below. Alpha Victor struggled to his feet on the far side of the chasm. His silver armor, once a symbol of his arrogance, was scorched and cracked. Blood streamed from his solid white eyes, mixing with the soot on his face.
For the first time in his long, brutal life, the Alpha of the Storm-Claw Pack looked terrified.
He stared across the gap at the White Wolf. Elara stood like a statue carved from glacial ice, her translucent fur shimmering under the dark sky. The air around her was so cold that the falling rain turned to snow before it even touched her coat.
"This isn't over!" Victor screamed, his voice cracking. He backed away from the edge, his hands trembling as
