WREN’S POV
The air felt heavier than usual, a weight pressing down on me as I moved through the estate. Something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Lyra had been uncharacteristically silent all morning, her usual comforting presence muted to a faint whisper.
“Lyra?” I asked, pausing in the war room. My hand brushed against the pendant hanging from my neck, its usual glow dim.
Her voice came faintly, like a distant echo. “Wren, I... something’s wrong.”
Before I could respond, a sharp wave of pain shot through me, sending me to my knees. The pendant flared briefly before its light extinguished completely.
“Lyra!” I gasped, clutching at my chest. The bond that tethered us together; my anchor, my guide - was gone.
Hunter was at my side in an instant, his hands steadying m
