Killian
The morning sun spilled golden light across the training grounds, but I barely noticed it. My body moved, but my mind… my mind was with her.
Lyra.
It still didn’t feel real. She had kissed me. No, she had come back to me. The Lyra I had mourned, the Lyra I had given up on, had looked me in the eye and chosen me. She had burned with fire, confidence, mischief. She had left me breathless and wanting. And then, just like that, she was gone, saying she needed to get her things.
I wasn’t sure whether to believe it or not.
Was she for real? After all those times that she had humiliated me before my pack?
“Fot all we know, she could still be playing you,” part of me whispered. “It could all be part of a bigger game.”
But then I remembered her mouth on mine, the way she had trembled
