Beatrice POV
I pressed my face against the window, staring up at the wolves and winter stars worked into the metal. Guards in formal uniforms checked something with the driver before waving us through.
"Welcome home, little sister," Theron said from the seat across from me.
I couldn't respond. My throat was too tight.
The road wound upward through thick forest. Then the trees parted and I saw it. Wynterhold Keep rose from the mountainside like something out of a storybook. Stone towers reached toward the sky, lit windows glowing warm against the evening darkness. It was beautiful and enormous and completely terrifying.
"I don't belong here," I whispered.
Silas leaned forward. "You're the only one who does belong here."
The cars pulled up to the main entrance. Servants rushed out to
