CHAPTER 195: The Feast Pt 2

LYRA

The wolves at the tree line don't advance further, but they don't retreat either. They stand in formation, waiting for something. My pulse races, unsure of what exactly will happen and what's to come.

"Martha, go," I whisper to her. "Get Torin. Now."

She doesn't need to be told twice. Her footsteps disappear behind me as she runs toward the house, leaving me completely alone in the garden wit