Chapter Twenty-Nine

Claudel’s POV

So this is the infamous Pine Lake Pack. It’s quaint, I can see why Marcel has made himself at home here. I imagine it appeals to his rarely indulged love of the forest and nature in general. It’s all very green and alive.

Our home in the Lone Mountains is a stark contrast to this. We live in a network of dwellings, dug out of the mountain side. The cavernous rooms barely make a dent in the monolithic peaks. There is a small green oasis in the narrow valley, which we venture to for resources and a change of scenery, but by and large we remain hidden from the world in the safety of the mountains.

The journey here has been long and gruelling. Having human familiars in tow has only made it take twice as long as it would have been, had I not been constantly distracted by their needs and the plethora of books and luggage they struggle to manage between them.

The crossing in the ship was uneventful, which given the season, is more than I had hoped for. When I got Marcel’s emai