**Winter's POV**
The journey back to my home took longer than I remembered. Perhaps it was the trepidation, the weight of impending confrontation, that slowed my steps. As I approached the dense forest that surrounded my parents' mansion, my heart began to race, each beat louder than the last. I could see it now, the familiar ivy-covered walls, the tower where I used to watch the sunsets. Home had never felt so foreign, so unwelcoming.
Pausing at the tree line, I took in the sight before me. The house was just as imposing as ever, its grandeur marred by the shadows of my memories. I forced a deep, steadying breath into my lungs. Sneaking in and out wouldn’t be a problem—I had done it countless times before. The challenge was finding the Book of the Moon, an artefact I had never seen and
