Jenna pulled back from our hug, studying me carefully. Her eyes, so familiar and warm, searched my face for something, but I couldn’t quite tell what. “So what now, Lyra?” she asked softly, her voice laced with concern. “What are you going to do?”
I hesitated, biting my lip as the question echoed in my mind. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “I just… I need time to figure things out. This is too much, Jenna. It’s like my entire life was a lie, and now everyone expects me to step into this role that I never even asked for.”
Jenna nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. “I get that,” she said. “But you know everyone back at Lucas’s pack is still looking for you. Clara hasn’t slept in days, and Lucas… well, he’s been on edge. If they find out you’re here—”
“They can’t find out,” I interrupted,
