Lyra
The body is still there when I open my eyes. It’s not real but I can still see it like it’s right in front of me. A black shape slumped against wet earth, with a blank face I don’t recognize.
Cain’s words follow the silence in the room.
He’s dead.
I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I found myself at Blackridge border, staring at the piece of black cloth.
By the time morning came, the rain had stopped— but the sky remained heavy and grey. I sat at the edge of my bed, unable to stand— staring at my hands.
Something felt terribly wrong and it wasn’t just the wolf that had died. Too many things where happening at once to be considered a coincidence.
I had also noticed the way the atmosphere of the room had changed. Cain kept throwing suspicious glances at me but I could
