Selene's POV

The crunch came again.

Closer this time.

I held up my hand and the two scouts stopped behind me. The older one had his sword out. The thin one had a knife in each hand and the look of a man who had used them before.

The pass narrowed ahead. The black rock on either side leaned in, close enough that a single wolf could not stretch both arms and touch both walls. The red snow turned into red ice. The wind had stopped completely.

It was quiet in a way that the snow should not be quiet.

"Your Majesty," the older scout whispered. "Look at the ground."...