She ran headlong into the wind, its cold teeth sinking into her skin. But she didn't stop. Couldn't stop.

Her feet pounded against the damp forest floor, every step further away from Ralph's torrent palace. Her throat burned, and her stomach cramped from the weight of the child growing inside her–but still, she didn't.

Rey–no, Uriel had tasted being captured in her last life and she couldn't let it happen again.

She had slipped past the guards during the night when the full moon was at its highest, using the last bit of her magic to cloud their senses. It wouldn't take long before the Lycan king realized that she...