Lyra's POV
I stood outside our chambers long enough to sense that lots of speculation was going on in hushed tones. The tension radiated through the door, and its waves sent chills down my spine.
This is something that can't be undone. This is the pain that will mark me as long as I remain in this Pack.
I turned the doorknob and walked inside like a ghost, hanging my head low in shame. I could feel all their eyes peeling my skin to see my ugly secrets.
My skin crawled at the thought of what they might be thinking of me. Why did my bed actually have to be the last? This is the walk of shame.
I sat on my bed, back to them, eyes searching the wall, as if it would provide some covering for me or something.
“Lyra, you know we're all not going to pretend like you're doing, right?" Saana’
