Anya Sterling ran.
Her breath was a sharp, painful burn in her lungs. The branches of the dark trees in the Whisperwood whipped at her face, leaving small cuts that she did not feel. Every muscle in her body screamed for rest, but she could not stop.
To stop was to die.
The world she knew was gone. Her family, the proud Sterling clan, were now just empty bodies walking around with blank eyes. The other great families were the same. The entire province was a silent graveyard, and the dead were all controlled by one person.
Kaelen.
The name was a cold stone in her stomach. The arrogant, insane boy from the Labyrinth was now the master of a dead province. He had won.
Her only choice was to run. But where could she go?
She thought of Rhys. The man who had taken over Silverwood. The man who had commanded an army of the dead and defeated a Titan. He was powerful. He was the only person in the province who could possibly stand against Kaelen.
But she could not go to him.
