The being ignored Lucien’s question.
It didn’t even look at him.
Its attention remained fixed on Lyra.
All four of them stood frozen in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, surrounded by trees that seemed to stretch endlessly into the darkness.
Lucien’s jaw tightened.
He wasn’t used to being ignored.
Especially not when he was asking a question.
“Who are you?” he asked again, his voice colder this time.
Nothing.
The being simply continued staring at Lyra.
The second being stepped closer.
Lyra instinctively moved backward.
She felt weak.
So weak that even standing upright had become an effort.
Her legs were trembling beneath her, and her head felt heavy. She had barely slept since the attack on her pack. She had watched people she knew die. She had run for her life. She had bee
