Liam suddenly bent his head amusingly as he looked at Irina.
For a brief second the chaos around them seemed to dull in his mind. The shattered concrete, the growls, the metallic scent of blood in the air all faded to the background as he watched the frost spiral around her fingers again. It was not a trick of the light. It was not some artifact from the cold tunnel air.
She was using ice.
Actual ice.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, not in suspicion but in genuine disbelief. She was a werewolf. He had seen her shift. He had seen the feral strength in her muscles and the instinct in her movements. So how the hell did she have another power layered on top of that. Ice was not something you picked up like a weapon. It was elemental. It was deep. It felt almost unnatural seeing a wolf command winter.
But that wasn't the problem now.
