Ranio’s POV
The healer nodded, and we moved together towards the exit. My heart raced as I pushed the doors open, revealing the dimly lit courtyard. I knew I had to remain focused, but my thoughts kept circling back to Lyra.
“Martin” I called out, spotting him standing with the injured wolf, who was now lying on the ground.
The healer rushed to the wolf’s side, his hands moving swiftly as he began assessing the injuries. I stood beside Martin, my heart pounding.
“What did he say?” I asked, desperate for answers.
“He was speaking some ancient language,” Martin replied, his voice tight with frustration.
“But I think he knew something about Lyra.”
“I’ll do my best to stabilize him.” The healer looked up from his work, frowning.
“We have to find a way to communicate with him. He mi
