Lyra POV
The car ride was tense, the silence between Kurtis, Angela, and me thick enough to cut with a knife. My mind raced, trying to process everything that had just happened. The club. Max. The threat. And now this, Clara’s voice, desperate and filled with fear, sending us on a wild chase to find her.
Angela’s phone buzzed again, and I glanced at her, my stomach twisting with anxiety. She had been quiet since the message from Clara, her fingers gripping her phone like it was the only thing holding her together.
“Listen to this,” she said, her voice strained. She hit play on the voice recording, and Clara’s voice crackled through the speaker, shaky and desperate.
*“Lyra... Angela... Please, you have to help me. I’m at the cabin... the one in the woods... near the old farm. Alice...
