Chapter 9 The Stranger's Arrow

• The silence was wrong.
• Reign's breath misted silver in the frigid air, frostfire still crackling faintly beneath her skin from the battle. She stood over the remains of the three hunters—two corpses frozen in death, one pile of ash and ice crystals scattered across the bloodstained snow. The power that had awakened within her hummed with residual energy, making her fingertips glow with inner light.
• But something nagged at her enhanced senses. The scene felt incomplete, like a song missing its final note.