Lyra
I didn’t know where I was walking. I just knew I had to get away from Killian. From his words. From that look in his eyes, the one that didn’t see me as his equal anymore but as a threat.
A liability.
A guest.
The guest wing?
I almost laughed at the thought, except there was nothing funny about being treated like a stranger in the one place I used to consider a second home. This pack…
I had known these grounds like the back of my hand growing up. My mother used to bring me here when she was called to treat the warriors. I remember playing outside the training grounds, kicking pebbles and trying to catch glimpses of Killian as he sparred. Sometimes, when the warriors weren’t around, he would teach me a few moves. We would laugh, wrestle, and tumble over each other until the su
