Lyra
I used to believe the worst pain a person could feel was the ache of unrequited love.
I was wrong.
The worst pain is knowing that the people you trusted, the ones you fought for, bled for… were the same ones sharpening the knife to stab you behind your back, smiling as they handed you the rope to hang yourself.
When Selene first returned to the pack after years of absence, I didn’t know what to think. She came draped in silk and dripping with sweetness, her arms open, her voice full of nostalgia. “Lyra,” she had said, tears pooling in her lashes, “I missed you so much.” And I had believed her.
Gods help me, I had believed her and I had even neglected my best friend, Ayana, because of her. I believed everything Selene said not knowing that Ayana was as much a victim as I was.
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