Erik’s POV

My father led the hunt. His years of experience hunting gave us a leg up. Behind us, Poppy was wrapped up in numerous furs, in a sled so we could drag her behind us. The veins were expanding now that we were in the cold and it killed me to see her tremble through all those layers.

Thankfully, it wasn’t the snowy season, but even springtime was cold in Myrkr. Percy and Alice were pulling her while Magnus, my father, and I took point. Looking for tracks. ...