Chapter 565

• It’s not Felicity, because it’s a male wolf. Huge and red-furred, with brilliant green eyes. He cocks his giant head at me as silence stretches out over the rocky landscape around us.
• Frost’s gaze bores into me. I know the Silver Crest wolves probably find it strange, maybe even alarming, that he’s looking at me instead of them. But it’s for their own good.
• If he falls back into the darkness, I won’t be able to keep any of these other shifters alive.