Lyra’s POV

After ages, the car stopped, and I looked around at the tranquil surroundings. A log cabin came into view on the banks of a semi-frozen lake stretching ahead of us. It was almost covered by silver birch, blueberry shrubs, cloud berry plants, and caribou moss. Was this where he kept his prisoners?

We got out of the car and he trudged down the snowy terrain towards the cabin with me hot on his heels.

“Is this yours? I don’t want to live here like a prisoner.” I stared at ...