Chapter 31 The Scars Of Fire
- By midday, the snow had turned gray.
- Smoke rolled across the wastelands in waves thick enough to make her eyes water. The wind carried ash instead of clean snow, and underneath it all was the smell of burning flesh.
- Reign moved through the haze with the direwolf at her side. They'd been tracking the refugees since dawn, following the trail of blood and desperate footprints heading north.