Chapter 52 – Lyra’s Confession
The dawn broke pale and thin, bleeding over the treetops like spilled milk. Seren sat at the edge of camp, knees drawn to her chest, her head heavy with everything she had seen. The visions still pulsed in her veins—Kaelen’s face, not as she knew it now but as it had been in some other life, his eyes full of devotion, his blood staining her hands.
No matter how she tried to breathe it away, the ache stayed lodged in her chest. She could not look at Kaelen without feeling it. Every scar on his skin felt like a story she should already know.
And then there was Lyra.
The woman had been watching her all morning, silent as a shadow. She sat near the wolves, her golden eyes fixed on Seren with a mixture of sorrow and… fear. That was new. Lyra never feared anyth
