The Luna They Do Not Want
Lyra's POV
"Welcome to Black Hollow."
Darius said it like it meant safety but the moment we passed through the gates, I knew one thing, this place did not want me.
The pack house stood high on stone ground, dark and proud, with watchtowers around it and wolves moving like trained soldiers.
No one laughed, no one waved and no one looked relaxed, they all look at me.
I sat behind Darius on the horse, my fingers still gripping the back of his shirt and my body ached from the road, from the temple, from everything and wanted to get down and breathe.
But the way they stare made my chest tightened not welcome, not curiosity but judgment.
Darius then jumped down first, and then turned and lifted his hand toward me.
"I can get down myself,"
