Evelina's world became a kaleidoscope blur of motion and sound as she flung herself towards the jagged opening with a guttural cry. Every primal instinct she possessed propelled her forward, Luna's wailing cries ringing like a banshee's shriek in her sensitive ears.

She was dimly aware of Alden's bellow of outrage as her slipstream carried them perilously close to his towering frame, close enough to catch the flashing menace in those glacial eyes as she blew past. Close enough to feel the biting chill of his rage like the arctic bite of true winter.

Then everything narrowed to the pinprick of light beckoning from the breach—and the looming, snarling shapes...