Chapter 25—Shadows from the Past
Lyra's point of view
The air in the morning was crisp and sharp against my skin, but the memories that came back were much colder.
As I walked along the ridge that looked out over the valley, the sun was just starting to rise over the trees, making everything look golden. The camp was too quiet, and my wolf moved around, sensing something was wrong. I didn't need my wolf to know it.
I could smell something, though it was faint: the forest floor, wet leaves, smoke, and fear.
I stopped.
It wasn't real, not now, but it was enough to take me back years.
Lyra. That girl. That omega. That scared, weak girl who had run away from the pack, Raine, and everything else she thought was life.
I remembered how cold the stone floors of the council hall were. The p
