Lyra's POV
Since I was thrown into the dungeon,I've felt my whole body burning—wolfbane.The pain is excruciating,and it hurts so much.
Everywhere is dark.I've grown accustomed to the dungeon's darkness,but I still long for even a glimpse of someone coming to cheer me on,to assure me that everything will be alright.But no one comes.
Loneliness wraps around me.I yearn for even a whisper of comfort,a sign that I'm not completely forgotten.But the dungeon remains silent,and misery threatens to consume me entirely.
I know Tristan hates me.He thinks I tried to poison him.But who might have done this wicked thing to me,I wonder?
Sometimes my mind goes to Kessler,with a tiny hope that he would come for me.The realization that he hadn't come for me caused pain in my heart,blamed it
