Lyra
The line went dead, and my brain went haywire.
Every nerve in my body snapped to attention, and something curled around my lungs and throat, squeezing tight.
I felt it.
Cursed it.
Shivered.
Why today?
Why did the tattooed man choose today of all days to call? My hands tightened around the phone, knuckles white as fear curled in my chest.
At the same time, Laika let out a faint whine, a sound too close to the growl she’d given earlier. Danger. She felt what I felt.
Sweat dotted my brow.
Something big was about to happen.
I could sense it.
But what was it? And what should I do?
Hands shaking, I switched my phone back on and began to scroll frantically. I had no idea what I was searching for, but I knew I had to call someone. I had to—
“Hello?”
I nearly dropped my cell whe
