Every time I close my eyes I see Lyra's face. Young. Terrified. Sobbing about her sister. About having no choice. About doing what she had to do to keep her family alive.
She's not much younger than me. Maybe three years. Four at most. And tomorrow Adrian will execute her.
Because she betrayed the pack. Because wolves died. Because pack law is absolute and allows no exceptions.
Even for fifteen-year-old sisters held hostage. Even for impossible choices. Even for desperation and love and doing what anyone would do to save their family.
Adrian is lying down close to me. Not sleeping either. I can tell by his breathing. By the tension in his body. By the way his hand keeps finding mine like he needs to make sure I'm still here.
"Talk to me." I finally break the silence. "Tell me what you
