Lyra’s POV:

Lyra chuckled as she walked through the snowstorm. As a werewolf, the cold didn’t bother her one bit. But the silence did.

From the corner of her eyes, she could spot her twin brother whispering to some of the guards who were escorting them to the castle.

She held her head high as she was led past the border of the Vine Clawhold. This was the second time she had visited the Vines, but she was just as impressed as she initially was by its sheer size.

They walked ...