LYRA
"What do you know about the White Wolf bloodline?"
I looked at Zeviar across the kitchen counter and told him the truth. "Almost nothing," I said. "Just pieces."
He waited.
"I started hearing Sky when I got to Ravenwood." I turned the coffee mug slowly in my hands. "Not before. Before all of this, I had no idea, nothing. I was just a girl trying to survive, working catering gigs in Iceland with no memory of anything that mattered." I paused. "Then I got here and she started… speaking. Showing me things. Fragments of places I didn't recognize, faces I couldn't name. Symbols that matched the crest on my dagger." I set the mug down. "I thought I had been losing my mind for a long time.”
"The dagger," Orion said. "Do you still have it?"
"Always." I looked at him. "Along with a ring
