Selene's thoughts scattered through the emergency channel as she ran.
She grabbed an armful of my snow-fox pelts before leaving the Alpha's chambers. She passed a weapon rack and two marked escape routes without slowing.
The Betas in the west corridor saw her carrying the last warm furs.
These were the same men who had mocked me and praised her fragile health. Cold had stripped away the performance. They cornered her against a frozen window.
One dying Beta sent a broken image through the link. Selene clutched the white pelts to her chest. Three guards tore them away. The seams split, and fur flew across the corridor.
They fought over the pieces while she backed toward the far wall.
Frost gathered there in the shape of a tall, hollow figure. A snow-wraith stepped free and turned its e
