The Frozen Culling

Kira had shifted back to her human form by then. She clutched the iron candlestick tightly, her expression tense as she stared at Harper.

"Outside... it's bad," Kira whispered, a trembling finger pointing toward the door. Her eyes held that raw, instinctive fear only a true catastrophe could bring.

"It's all right."

Harper brushed the ice crystals from her sleeves and moved to the fireplace, holdi