Chapter Twenty-Six: The Eclipse of the Dragon
The silence that descended upon the Silver Wolf encampment was unlike the frozen quiet of the winter. That had been a silence of waiting; this was a silence of consumption. The air itself seemed to have been hollowed out by Elias's presence, leaving a vacuum that sucked the warmth from the fires and the breath from the lungs of the warriors standing watch. Roric and Theron, two of the most formidable shifters I had ever known, looked small in the shadow of the boy with the white hair and the god's eyes.
