Chapter One
“Wynter! Where are you, love?”
Four-year-old Wynter giggled and scooted under the long table in her father’s lab. She loved to play hide-and-seek with her mother. Arastan, sitting at his desk along the wall, chuckled and shook his head in amusement.
“Shh!” Wynter pleaded, her eyes widening at the telltale sound of her mother’s boots on the stone floor.
“Arastan, have you seen your mischievous little Movian bear cub? It is time for her bath, and she seems to have escaped again.”
Wynter covered her mouth with both of her hands to smother her fit of giggles. She pulled her legs up, trying to make herself smaller. Through the legs of her father’s favorite stool, she saw the hem of her mother’s silver tunic.
“No, love, I haven’t seen any Movian bear cubs in here,” her father r
