Howl of the Blood King

Back upon the frozen lake of Frostfall, sixty minutes earlier, death had hovered over the Alpha King. Lucian lay pinned beneath an agonizing tangle of heavy silver nets. The refined metal seared into his flesh, sending tendrils of black necrosis spider-webbing across his chest and shoulders. The agonizing burn would have paralyzed ten ordinary alphas. Above him, eight Silverfang berserkers drove iron pikes into his shoulders, shouting triumphantly as they…