Lyra POV
Cassian carries Annie. She gives in to that easily enough, curls up in his arms and rests her head on his shoulder. I guess she’s past the point of resisting anything that’s done to her. It’s hard for me to imagine allowing a man I’d just met to pick me up and carry me—I’m not sure I’d even let Cassian do it right now—but I can’t imagine what Annie must be feeling.
At least she’s going to live. Milo seems pretty sure of that.
I think about my own mother. About how excited she was when my new brother or sister began to grow inside her. About how the rest of the pack started treating her like royalty. And then, one day, it was all gone, and then she was gone, and I was an annoyance nobody really wanted. The little daughter of the woman everyone who had pinned their hopes on—the
