LYRA’S POV

I stood at a distance, watching the dull gray skies away from the pack. They sat in the sand, huddling close to each other, clinging to life with sheer will.

The sea behind us churned with the remnants of the storm that had nearly claimed our lives — twice. Just when we thought we had escaped the storm, we were faced with another challenge. We had been steered off course. In our bid to navigate and find our way back towards the North, we were faced with a more deadly storm. ...