The Shadow’s POV:

Eleanor, the shadow, moved like a shade. Being a shadow didn’t just mean being silent, it also meant being invisible.

And right now, as she rushed through the Vine clawhold, she was a thought, silent, unseen, unpredictable.

She pushed her control of the weave to the maximum, Gold and Silver ran beside her in a flanking position. They moved fast, but also made sure that their footsteps were not visible in the snow.

When they reached the castle, a pang of fear ...