Lyra's POV
I gripped the edge of the bed, breathing deeply as I pushed myself up, ignoring the dull throb in my injured leg. Light’s soup and my wolf’s healing had worked wonders, though I wasn’t fully recovered. Slowly, I lowered my feet onto the cold, tiled floor. The chill against my skin sent a shiver up my spine, grounding me as I placed my second foot down and carefully steadied myself.
Step by step, I moved toward the window. The breeze swept into the room, carrying with it the earthy scent of the forest and the faint hum of voices in the distance. The gray sky stretched out before me, vast and beautiful, a contrast to the turmoil brewing inside me.
I rested my hand on the windowsill, letting the cool air brush against my skin, my hair shifting gently with the wind. For a moment
