Lyra’s POV 

After Four Years

The flight landed in Yellowknife. I collected my luggage and looked around for my uncle. It had been four years since I left this city, but nothing seemed to have changed much here.

I hadn’t returned to Yellowknife in the last four years, since my term break always coincided with Hera’s birthday. My uncle always invited Zephyrus and his friends to celebrate Hera’s birthday, and I had no wish to face them, especially Leandros and his chosen ...