Selene's POV

I went down the slope too fast.

The black ice took my boots out from under me twice and both times I caught myself on the rock and kept moving. The thin man came behind me slower, the scout slung over his shoulder, cursing under his breath with every step.

The camp saw me before I reached the bottom.

Wolves came out of the tents with weapons in their hands. Some of them were White Fang—I knew their faces, their white fur, the way they held their shoulders. Some were Bloodclaw. Some were Ironfang. None of them looked like they had slept in a month.

Then one of...