LYRA’S POV
If anyone had told me that the quest for the truth would be this harrowing and demanding, I would not have believed them. Waves of disappointment crashed over me as I lay on the soft queen-sized bed, gazing at the high ceilings. I recalled the blurry memories of my parents, and even though they were beginning to become non-existent, I remembered clearly how my parents loved the Alphas. They were willing to die and give up everything for their friends. My gut feelings knew they were innocent of the crimes piled up against them.
Was I being manipulated, too? I wondered. Or were the damning pieces of evidence planted? A picture of a Beta talking to a human general is hard evidence to forge, though. Perhaps my enemies were just too meticulous, trying all they could to cover their
