“You’re not Moon Wolf, Lyra.
I looked at Kael.
His wolf's voice still rang in my head.
You're what the Moon Wolf was made to kill.
My fingers went ice cold.
"What am I?"
Kael did not reply.
“Kael.”
His eyes caught mine.
“I don’t know.
"You just said—"
“I told him what my wolf told me.”
“Then you ask him again.
Kael shut his eyes.
Several seconds passed. Nothing happened.
Then his body went rigid.
He put his hand to his chest.
“He won’t talk.”
“Why?
“I don’t know.
I went back.
The silence between us felt more weighty than the stone walls surrounding us.
The Guardian was watching us from the ground.
"You're not supposed to hear that.
I spun around sharply.
What am I?
He stared at me for a long moment.
“Something your people would die to protect.”
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