Lyra
The dungeons of the Ether Pack mansion always carried a chill, but that night it felt as though the stones themselves exhaled bitterness. My footsteps echoed off the walls, each one a reminder that I was not here as a Luna or a healer, but as someone seeking answers. Answers only Selene could give.
The torchlight cast a harsh glow on the corridors, making the iron bars ahead stretch like skeletal fingers. Behind them, Selene sat curled on a thin mat, her once-proud form reduced to a shadow. Her dark hair was tangled, and yet, even in captivity, she carried an air of defiance. It was as though the walls themselves bent to her stubborn will but I could see through her. I knew that she was pretending to be strong.
When she heard me approach, she raised her head slowly. Her lips curled
