One of the invading wolves on the nearest tower pointed directly at Lyra and Riven. His companions turned, eyes cutting across stone and shadow. The barren stones around them suddenly no longer felt like a sufficient place to hide. The small drifts of snow on the parapet did little to provide them cover, and suddenly, all eyes were on them.
“On the wall. A girl!”
Riven swore, the word a hiss through his clenched teeth. Shouts and the sounds of men moving all over the fortress and the walls were the only response.
“Down!” he snarled, dragging her by the elbow toward the trapdoor. Lyra wasn’t sure if the wolves would have broken through into the room below, but it was the only direction they had left now that they’d been discovered.
Arrows hissed into the stone, flaking chips into her
