Lyra
"Lyra," Killian said, turning to face me. "There's something you need to know."
Using my good arm, I sat up higher, ignoring the pain in my side. "What is it?"
"The Harbringers have always been connected to the White Wolf," he explained. "And that connection has passed to you."
"Me?" I gasped. "But I don't even have a wolf form."
Killian smiled. "The White Wolf sees beyond physical form, Lyra. She has chosen you for your heart, your courage, and your destiny."
My eyes widened. "Why?"
"The Moon Goddess bestows the White Wolf trait upon those in the Harbringer line she deems worthy," Killian explained. "And only to the women of our family."
I furrowed my brow. "Why not someone else?"
I was just… me. No one special.
Killian chuckled softly as if reading my mind. "Who can say w
