LYRA’S POV
Pain was the first thing that found me. It wasn’t a quick, sharp thing anymore. It was a heavy, throbbing beast that had made a home in my stomach. It felt like someone had sewn a hot coal inside my gut and left it to burn.
My eyes were glued shut. I tried to lift my hand, but it felt like it was made of lead. My brain was a foggy mess, spinning with memories of black caves, the smell of sulfur, and the sound of Killian screaming my brother's name.
Rowan.
The name hit me like a splash of freezing water. I remembered the mine. I remembered the jagged iron sliding into my skin. And I remembered the feeling of Killian’s hands on my hoodie, pulling it up to find the wound.
My heart gave a violent jerk in my chest. He knows.
He knows, Lyra, my wolf whispered. She sounded tired,
