Vivian’s pov
The iron door slammed behind me, the bolts sliding in place one after the other from the outside.
Then silence followed.
I stood in the middle of the massive round room. The archives smelled of dry papers, dust, and a hundred years of forgotten Northern history.
Unlike the other parts of the Northern citadel, this room was warm, heated by a massive hearth from the wall. But even still, I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering inside the oversized linen tunic despite the warmth.
Ever since that day, my core had been a terrifying , hollow cavern in my chest. I felt impossibly frail, like a strong breeze could shatter my bones. But underneath the frailty, something else was pacing.
My wolf.
My newly awakened wolf let out a restless whine in the back of my mind. She di
