Lyra's POV
The Pack Divides
"My mother…?"
The words left my lips, it was so weak and she watched me.
There was silence and it was like she already knew what I would do.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"She raised you," she said.
"That makes her my mother."
"That makes her your guardian."
My breath stopped.
"No."
"Yes."
I then shook my head fast.
"You are lying."
"I am not."
My chest hurt.
"Stop."
"You deserve truth."
"You do not get to talk about her!"
My voice echoed, but she did not move.
"You were given a story," she said. "Not the truth."
Something breaks inside me.
"No," I whispered.
"You will see," she said.
"Then show me!"
She then stepped closer, too close.
"You are not ready."
"I am tired of hearing th
