LYRA'S POV
We sat by the river.
I didn't take her inside immediately. She needed air and I needed to be somewhere open.
Mia had stopped crying by the time we sat down. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and looked at the water for a moment.
"Tell me everything," I said. "Not just what he did to the girls. Everything."
She took a breath.
"It started the day after you left," she said. "He called the meeting with the pack leaders. All of them seated around that long table in the council room the way they always are." She paused. "Halfway through the meeting he just — stopped.Stared at nothing for almost a full minute while everyone sat there not knowing what to do." She shook her head. "Then he stood up and flipped the entire table. Documents, cups, everything. Just threw it
