I couldn't go home, not with questions and tension waiting for me. Instead, my heart heavy but my choice to live again driving me onward, I picked a conflict to tackle and stepped into the veil.

While she'd given me permission to enter the palace directly, old habit let me out in a patch of snow on the edge of the lawn. The werepalace in Ukraine towered overhead, sprawling left and right, stately in the coating of white left behind by their ...