The video on the big screen was clear and cruel. I could see the old wooden houses of the Silver Moon Pack, the places where I grew up, where I was called a weak Beta’s daughter. Now, those streets were dark and full of the grey metal puppets.
My father looked so small on the screen. He was standing on the porch of our old house, his hands shaking as he held his hunting rifle. He didn't know that a machine with my face was watching him through a camera. He didn't know that his choice to throw me away had led to this moment.
"Lyra," Ryker said, his voice deep and tight. He stood close to me, his golden eyes fixed on the screen. "That’s your home. Even if they were bad to you, your father is still there."
"They are using him to stop us," Darian said. He was leaning against a broken table,
