NARRATOR

MEANWHILE…

Still far from the royal pack, Lyra, Drakkar, and their people were struggling to survive.

"Use the oars!" Drakkar shouted to the other warriors, following his mate’s lead.

"Don’t raise the sail, the wind’s too strong!"

Before Lyra could warn him, the animal skin acting as a sail slipped from Lorenzo’s hands and flew off with the wind.

Lyra was starting to regret crossing this stretch of sea just to reach the High Packs' lands faster.

"I'm sorry," Lorenzo muttered, frowning as he watched the leather drift away, but his hands were bleeding from the cuts caused by the hemp rope.

Nana quickly pulled medicinal herbs from her satchel to help him.

She was now serving as Lyra’s assistant and healer.

Just as Drakkar was thinking of countermeasures, something happened that changed the course of everything.

"What the hell is that?!"

Lyra heard the wolves shouting and looked ahead to see a ship far more sophisticated than the simple logs tied together with rope that they were