Lyra’s POV
I was chasing a shadow.
My legs moved fast beneath me, my breath ragged as I followed his scent. And I was right—it was Ethan. That unique scent of his filled my nose, sharp and unmistakable. But what puzzled me more was why he’d come to the house. And how did he even know where to find it?
What’s your deal, Ethan? I thought, my heart pounding.
The woods surrounded me in eerie silence, broken only by the rhythm of my footsteps pounding the earth, the snap of twigs beneath my feet. The cool breeze whipped against my skin as I pushed deeper into the forest. It was late, but the bright moon above lit my way, silver light cutting through the darkness.
I followed the scent until—nothing. Just like that, it disappeared.
I came to a halt at a dead end, heart sinking.
Why can’t I
