Lyra’s POV
It started with voices, loud and urgent, tearing me from sleep. The noise was unusual—voices raised in alarm, some angry, others pleading.
My heart raced as I threw back the covers, barely giving myself time to grab a jacket before I rushed downstairs.
The entry way was packed. People crowded together, whispering anxiously, their eyes dark with worry, but one voice rose above the others. Rhyker was at the center, arms raised as he spoke with authority, his voice cutting through the tension.
“What’s going on?” I asked, pushing my way through the crowd until I was close enough to hear him.
As soon as I appeared, heads turned my way, eyes filled with panic, anger, and something I hadn’t seen since Kaida died—fear.
Rhyker’s face was grim as he glanced at me, and I saw someth
