Natalia
Damon set the book down on the table between us and pointed to the page it was open to. The paper was yellowed and crinkled with age, and the text was fading, but it was legible.
“This passage mentions a group of survivors who fled north after the Bloodmoon m******e. It says they established a settlement deep in the Thornwood.”
I slipped off of Andrei’s lap and frowned as I leaned in and inspected the page. Indeed, there was a section mentioning the Thornwood, and a faded illustration of a group of wolves trekking through the wilderness together.
“I’ve never heard of the Thornwood,” I said, glancing between the two brothers.
“It’s a section of the neutral territory,” Andrei said. His expression was grim, nothing at all like the fearful yet hopeful look he’d given me just befor
