"Exactly." A chilling voice boomed just after Tamara's voice landed. "You haven't seen a villain yet."
Tamara's boot froze mid-step. A slow, almost amused smile curled her lips as she tilted her head toward the entrance.
The half opened doors slammed open, the sound like a war drum cracking through the tension. A gust of wind followed. Icy, howling, and there she was.
Reana.
Her black cloak billowed behind her, snowflakes perching on it as if to crown her wrath with winter's blessing. She stepped into the hall like a storm given form. Elegant, lethal, and far colder than any ice outside those walls.
Her eyes on Tamara burned like frostbite. Every step towards that woman felt too short.
She dared. She had the effrontery to lead a raid on her pack in her absence.
