Kiera's P.O.V.
The whispers seeped through the walls like a chilling wind. Lila was gone. Somehow, impossibly, she’d escaped.
I lay in bed, the healers fussing over me, their murmurs a mixture of concern and disbelief. But none of it registered. My thoughts were spinning, caught in a web of questions. Where had she gone? How had she slipped through unbreakable chains and doubled guards?
Damian entered the room, his jaw tight, his golden eyes shadowed with worry. I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves. “You’ve heard,” he said, his voice low but edged with fury.
I nodded, my throat dry. “The pack’s unsettled. They think she had help.”
“She didn’t,” he said firmly, but there was doubt lurking behind his certainty. “The wards were intact. No one got in or out.”
My chest tighte
