Lyra's POV
I dragged myself up from the floor where I had slept off. It was daylight already, and the Alpha hadn't sent for me. I tried not to think too much about the events of yesterday. They'd scarred me in a way.
“Lyra," Anya called as I stepped out of my room to head for the rest room. It was like she'd been waiting out here for me all along.
I looked at her weighty eyes. They sure carried something.
“Did I do something wrong this time?" I questioned.
She was taken aback.
“Do you think I come to you every time you do something wrong?"
“Probably. What do you want this time?" I asked with both arms folded across my chest.
She looked both ways and pulled me to the side.
“Dungeons. She knows now."
My eyes widened as I choked on my saliva.
“How?!"
"I don't know, but I thin
