"Keep moving before they wake up!" Cassian urged, his rough hand gripping my elbow to drag me up the final, slippery ledge.
Behind us, the dazed Shadow Hunters were already stirring in the snow, but ahead, the high mountain path opened into a hidden stone plaza. We had finally reached the Frostfang Shrine. Huge, ancient stone doors carved with forgotten runes blocked our path, completely sealed against the howling blizzard.
Lyra rushed forward and threw her weight against the ice-crusted stone, but it didn't budge an inch. "It's locked tight," she hissed, wiping frost from her brow. "There's no keyhole. No latch. Nothing."
"We don't have time for a lock," Cassian said, stepping in front of me and drawing his sword, his golden eyes scanning the cliffs around us. "They'll recover in minut
