Maria’s thick black curls, heavy with mud, bounced dully as she shook her head. “Maria,” he said, focusing on the petite changeling whose size belied her skill and strength in both human and wolf form. Maria, on the other hand, had gone even paler. Those amazing cardinal eyes-white stars on a background of vivid black-went a pure ebony, which he knew full well indicated fury, but she clenched her jaw. “If you open your mouth again without permission, I’m putting both of you in the pen with the two-year-olds.” Sienna, of course, met his gaze-something no wolf would’ve done in the circumstances. “Instead of staying on watch and protecting the pack’s defensive border, you two decided to have your own personal dominance battle.” “Let me get this straight,” he said in a calm tone that had Maria turning pale under skin that was a warm, smooth brown where it wasn’t bruised and bloody. Then there was the torn clothing and the sharp, acrid scent of blood. Hands clasped behind themselves and legs slightly spread in the “resting” stance, Sienna and Maria looked like the SnowDancer soldiers they were-except for the fact that their hair straggled in a wild mess around their faces, matted with mud, crushed leaves, and other forest debris. HAWKE FOLDED HIS arms and leaned back against the solid bulk of his desk, eyes on the two young females in front of him.

There are some nightmares the world will never be ready to face. Yet over a hundred years after the icy wave of the Silence Protocol washed away violence and despair, madness and love, X-Psy are, and remain, living weapons. Became cold, without emotion, without mercy.įrom viciousness such as unseen in the world today.įor the X-Psy, Silence was a gift beyond price, a gift that allowed at least some of their number to survive childhood, have a life.

Kiss of snow by nalini singh