For all the uncertainty and danger that lay ahead, Thea knew three things. First: that she loved Wilder Hawthorne with every fibre of her being. Second: she would do whatever it took to get him back. And third… No one, neither man nor monster, was going to stop her. ‘I am the storm,’ she vowed. And so, freshly forged with blood and steel, Warsword Althea Embervale, the Shadow of Death, stepped into the darkness to rescue her love.
