Lucas’s grip on my arms tightened slightly, his gaze darkening with urgency. “Lyra,” he murmured, his voice a hushed but intense whisper, “you can’t let anyone know. Do you understand?” He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his face drawn with concern. “Not a soul. There are those who wouldn’t hesitate to use this against you. Against all of us.”
I swallowed hard, trying to process his words. “But… why?” I whispered back, my voice shaky. “What is happening to me? Why are my eyes like this?”
Lucas exhaled, his jaw clenched. “I don’t know everything,” he admitted, his voice tight with frustration. “But I know enough to tell you that this power, whatever it is, makes you a target. There are… factions within the pack. Some who follow tradition, and others who would tear apart ev
