Chapter 22
For days, Lyra and Lucien had been moving through the forest.
They walked until their legs hurt.
They ran whenever they heard something strange.
They slept beneath trees when they could no longer keep their eyes open, and woke at the slightest sound.
The forest that had once terrified Lyra had slowly become familiar, but she still never felt safe.
Not after everything that had happened.
The elders were still looking for her.
Her own people wanted her dead.
Her grandmother was gone.
And the strangest part of all was that Lyra still didn’t understand what she truly was.
She had spent her entire life believing she was a werewolf.
Now she wasn’t even sure what to call herself.
As they walked between the ancient trees one cold morning, Lyra suddenly stopped.
“Lucien.”
