The sun dipped lower in the sky as Jenna and I walked side by side along the wooded path behind my house. The crisp winter air stung my cheeks, but I barely felt it. My mind was clouded with lingering thoughts of Lucas and the chaos Alys had left in her wake.
“She’s such a snake, Lyra,” Jenna muttered, breaking the silence. “The way she talks down to you, like she’s already queen of the pack or something. Did you see her face when I called her out? Priceless.”
I sighed, kicking a stray pebble along the dirt path. “Jenna, just leave it.”
“Leave it?” she repeated, stopping in her tracks and turning to face me. “How can you be so calm about her? She treats you like garbage, Lyra. And Lucas—don’t even get me started on him—”
“I’m not calm,” I snapped, cutting her off. My voice cracked slig
