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Lyra's Pov..,
I left my father’s sight immediately—no way I was sticking around for more weird questions. Now I stood outside, waiting for Chase.
He followed a few seconds later, the front door swinging shut behind him with a soft click. He had changed into a new shirt and coat after his transformation had shredded the last one. The scratches on his body had healed fast—though almost too fast. He didn’t even look like someone who had just come out of a fight.
How often do fights like that happen? I overheard the maids saying something like this had never happened before.
Neither of us said a word. It was a quiet walk.
The sky above was a solid gray, clouds thick and rolling like wolves in the mist. The woods beyond the house swayed gently in the breeze that seemed to call out to
