Chapter 24
Yvayne paced back and forth in the snow outside her highland treehouse. Lucien’s forces were drawing nearer to the Vagarveil, she could sense it, and yet wherever she searched in the waters, whichever trees she asked, she could find no trace of them. Fhaona’s crescent moon charm was cold against the palm of her hand, the metal clinging to the chill in the air.
She had promised to warn Mara if there were any sign of the pack’s approach. How could an entire host of werewolves and their foul leader disappear into the forest? It would have taken an incredibly powerful shield charm to hide them from her, one she wasn’t sure that even the likes of Lucien could muster.
Unless—she continued her pacing—unless they weren’t in the Stormside Forest at all. Had Lucien found a portal near
