Lyra's POV
Days after my encounter with my uncle and mother,I feel drained of emotions,numbness enveloping me,leaving me devoid of strength or willpower.It's as if I'm simply existing,with no energy for anything else.
Despite my hope that my uncle would do nothing to harm my mother,a sense of dread lingers in the back of my mind.Strangely,my wolf remains calm,calm by the events that have transpired.
I find myself refusing to eat or take care of myself.Each morning when I wake up,I catch the soothing scent of Kessler lingering in my room like a balm to my weary soul.I can't help but wonder why his scent lingers.
Julie walks into my room with a chirpy tone,seeming to have had enough of my self-imposed isolation.
"Good morning,Lyra,"she greets cheerfully,heading to the window
