CHAPTER 183: Jealousy

LYRA

The house smells like a dozen wolves have passed through the entryway, and there’s a faint scent of rosemary lingering in the air. It’s almost sweet.

Laughter fills up the halls and the walls.

Wolves from the North have gathered here. They drink, they toast, they compliment the food, the wine, the space and the very existence of Torin. That he is free and doing good.

He’s enjoying it, I can s