THE THIRD MATING
LYRA:
I pushed my plate away, appetite gone. The dining room was still quiet, everybody on edge after he stormed out.
Dad leaned back, face still pale, rubbing his hands together. “If he’s serious about bringing his pack back, he’s heading to Griffin’s library,” he said.
“That’s where the tomb is.”
“But the tomb's doors are already opened, or broken out.” Silas said.
“Yes but what's keeping them from coming out isn't just the tomb, it's the underworld, the tomb is only a passage.” I said.