Lyra’s POV
I lasted exactly two hours after the moon worship disaster before I completely fell apart.
Not in public, obviously. I held it together through the concerned looks from pack members, through Alpha Magnus’s gentle questions about what I might have seen, through Jadis’s Oscar-worthy performance as the brave victim who “didn’t want to cause trouble.”
But the moment I got back to my room, I crumbled.
I was sitting on my bed, staring at nothing and trying not to think about the whispers I’d heard, when someone knocked softly on my door.
“Go away,” I called, not wanting to deal with anyone right now.
“It’s me,” Zane’s voice came through the door. “Can I come in?”
“I said go away.”
“And I’m ignoring you. I’m coming in.”
The door opened, and Zane slipped inside, closing it quie
