Lyra POV
It’s hours later, and the moon is high overhead when I finally come out from between the two rocks that have been sheltering me.
The lakefront beach is made of rough sand, but it’s still much softer than the concrete floors I’ve been sleeping on lately, and the night air is warm. I listen to the little waves lapping at the shore, trying to pick up on any other noises in the night, but there’s nothing.
I’m alone.
At least I got a little bit of sleep. I don’t think I’m going to get any more tonight.
The best thing to do is going to be to just leave this city. I know that. My pack is never going to stop hunting me.
Except, where would I go?
I know there’s a whole big world out there, but I don’t know where anything is, and I don’t know what any of it is like. It could be that
