Freya took Nina's hand, and before she could react, pulled her through the door.
A blinding light forced Nina to shut her eyes tight as they crossed the threshold of the ancient tree. A wild gust of wind howled past her ears, whipping her hair around her face—and then, as suddenly as it had begun, the wind died down. Silence fell.
"You can open your eyes now." Freya let go of her hand.
Nina slowly unknitted her brows and looked up.
They were standing in the middle of a cobblestone street in a quiet village. Low-roofed houses lined either side, built in a style entirely foreign to the craftwork of the Vermont Pack. Villagers strolled past, a few casting curious glances at the newcomers.
A group of children darted past in a game of chase, one of them bumping hard into Nina's hip. The dull impact snapped her back to reality. For a moment, she had thought she was dreaming.
"Where are we?"
"Golenn Town. Hades Pack territory."
