Genevieve:
The night was dark, and the storm howled along with the black wolves.
Rain hit my face like sharp stones. My clothes were soaked through, clinging to my skin.
Lightning flashed, cutting across the sky like a blade, and just like every time before- - - seeing the black wolves set something inside me on fire. I would never forget how they tried to eat my father’s flesh—after he was already dead.
One of them leapt at me.
I moved fast. My sword slashed through it, and it vanished like smoke in the wind.
But more were coming.
All around me, Caspian’s warriors fought hard. Their swords clanged against claws and bone, but sometimes the wolves were just too fast.
Some screamed. Some didn’t get up again.
I didn’t panic. I didn’t even flinch. There was no fear in me—no feeling at
