Chapter 22: Secrets in the Moonlight
Lyra's point of view
The moon was low, silver, and cold, and it cast its light over the camp. Shadows were long, soft, and full of secrets. I walked carefully along the edge of the clearing so I wouldn't step on any broken branches. The air smelled like smoke and wet dirt, and memories of the last battle crawled through my chest like a living thing.
At first, I didn't hear him coming.
"Luna."
His voice was low, rough, and careful. Raine.
I stopped moving for a moment, then made myself keep going. "What do you want?"
"To talk."
I didn't say anything. The forest was quiet, and even the wolves seemed to know something was wrong.
"I know you're mad," he said as he got closer. "I know the letter—"
"I don't want to talk about that," I said, cutting
