The darkness within the catacombs of the Crimson Fang citadel was absolute, a heavy, suffocating shroud that clung to the damp stone walls.
Sienna scrambled through the labyrinthine tunnels, her silver gown now a tattered, muddy ruin. Her breathing was ragged, a pathetic sound in the vast, hollow silence of the subterranean world.
As a wolf born without the gift of the moon's grace or the spark of the ancient magic, Sienna had relied on her sharp wits and her sharper tongue to survive. But tonight, those weapons had shattered against the golden light of the woman she had spent a decade trying to erase.
"Damn her! Damn them all!" Sienna shrieked.
She clutched the Ancient Seal of the Elders to her chest as if it were a holy relic. It was cold, its surface etched with runes that made her skin crawl, but it was the only thing standing between her and total oblivion.
