CHAPTER 100

  Amanda

  Rigar screamed.

  It wasn't a laugh of victory that had gotten out of hand. It was a blood-curdling scream of pain and agony.

  Something had hurt him.

  I dared to look up at him. My little spear still radiated in him, but it was growing bigger, and connecting with a similar spear of ice that went through his stomach. No, that wasn't ice. It was a sword?

  Staring at the bloodied tip I tilted to the side to investigate and came face to face with a bloody, bruised, and crying Clara.

  "Clara," I whispered her name not believing that she was there.

  "They're all dead," she whispered, jerking on the sword that was buried inside of him. "Everyone back in the pack, he killed them all in front of me."