Lyra's POV
I curled my legs while sitting on the cold ground. These feelings only brought back old memories of how Orion had locked me up and was ready to execute me if only he didn't want me for his own benefit.
“Will I ever leave here?” I muttered aloud, as I was so tired of disturbing my mind.
“Why not have something to eat while waiting for their plan?” I heard a masculine voice which made me startled as I quickly faced back.
I had been in this jail for almost twenty-four hours, I didn't know there was someone with me, sitting in darkness and groveling over smelling porridge and bad bread.
He smirked, crawling out of the darkness - revealing his face to me, and I exhaled heavily.
I thought it was a ghost.
“I heard you are the Pack Guardian, maybe they will go easy on you.” He m
