Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater. Or Wolf Brother or Spirit Walker or Outcast or Oath breaker or Ghost Hunter which is the only one I haven't read yet. Michelle Paver does. I wish I did.
Prologue
She lunged at the girl with the hair of the World Spirit and snatched the mace from her hand. Black ice crunched beneath her boots as she shoved the Raven girl into the ground and stood on the edge of the chasm. She knew what she must do. Perheps she had always known.
As she stood there, crippled legs tensed to leap, time stretched, and a single heartbeat became infinitely long. She felt her souls tugging away, and knew that her time was near.
Her eyes fastened on the beauty of the fire-opal in its black mace. So bright... so infinitely bright...
Then she looked again, at the boy lying in the snow. His body was bent at an awkward angle, and she knew the pain he felt as his souls scattered to the winds, harnessing that great power. His true clan-tattoos - the dotted Wolf Clan - were beginning to reappear, but his wolf gray eyes were closed. Those eyes... so like his father's...
The spirit walker. This was for him. No, for his father, the dead Mage, the Wolf Mage. The traitor... but traitor or no, this was for his sake. Oh, what cruel irony. She was indebted to him for saving her life. Now the debt was repaid through her death.