Lyra’s Pov
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“Thank you for this, Chase. No one’s ever done something special for me since… Mother.”
He smiled warmly. “Well, you have me now, Lyra. You’re not alone anymore.”
I placed my hands on the table, and Chase’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Lyra, your hands!” he blurted out.
“My hands?” I looked down, confused. “What happened—?”
Before I could finish my sentence, I froze, stunned by what I saw.
How…? Where…? This was magic. Truly magical. Strange, intricate marks shimmered across my skin like glowing runes. “Where did these come from?”
“Chase, I thought these were just tattoos—the ones alpha wolves get at a tattoo shop. I didn’t know… there was something more to them.”
“Same here,” he said, awe in his voice. “I thought so too. But this… this means they appear naturall
