Lyra's POV
We walked through the doorway into a corridor that was lit with lamps that looked like we were in the 60s.
My werewolf senses were alive, but I still couldn't feel my wolf like I used to anymore, but I could hear sounds from a distance and see in the dark.
I shot Kira a glance as she walked beside me with her shoulders squared.
Her lips were dry, a clear sign of dehydration. And the mistletoe in her system prevented her powers from working in any way.
“Are you okay?” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
“I’m fine, Raven," she said, “Just because I don't have my powers doesn't mean I can't fight or kill if I have to."
"You're a healer," I responded, though my eyes were fixed on the path ahead in the cave. "Healers aren't trained to kill or fight."
"Not in Orion's pack," she insi
