LYRA
The walk back to Ravenwood was silent and tense. Lucius walked beside me. Behind us, Zeviar and Orion followed, their footsteps heavy on the dirt path. I could feel their anger like heat against my back, could sense the barely controlled fury radiating from both of them.
I kept my chin up and refused to look back.
"This is a mistake," Sky said.
“You've said that already.”
"Because you're not listening."
I ignored her.
By the time we reached the packhouse, the sky was beginning to lighten. Dawn painted the grounds in soft shades of pink and gold.
The front door burst open before we reached it.
Willow stood there in her pajamas, hair wild, face pale and tear-streaked.
"Lyra!" She ran down the steps and grabbed my shoulders. "Where the hell have you been? I woke up, and you wer
