I couldn't stop staring at the words.
BECAUSE THE CHILD OF THE MOON WEAVER AND THE KING WOULD CHANGE THE FATE OF EVERY WOLF.
My fingers had gone numb.
I read the sentence again.
Then again.
But it didn't become easier.
The child.
The Moon Weaver.
The King.
I looked at Kael.
He hadn't moved.
"Who is the king?"
My voice sounded strangely small inside the ancient chamber.
Kael didn't answer.
"Kael."
His eyes remained on the parchment.
"Who is the king?"
He finally looked at me.
"I don't know."
I stared at him.
"You're lying."
"I don't know everything, Lyra."
"But you know something."
He looked away.
That was answer enough.
I stepped backward.
"You knew."
"I knew part of it."
My chest tightened.
"You knew my parents were connected to the Moon Weavers."
"Yes."
"Yo
