12. Lyra

I was wide awake when Mara then eventually Elvie finally got back. They had towels wrapped around their bodies, showering after hours in the Black Hall. No words were exchanged, snoring contentedly within seconds of hitting the thin, grey mattresses.

It’s now almost a day off after the Full Moon. A basic rota is issued for those who need recovery time.

Seeing as I had done nothing but frazzle my brain, I walked the corridors hours earlier than everyone else. It wasn’t like a summer morning, basking in the sunrise, Unrelenting grey and red concrete, except now the lights blindingly bright.

I don’t know what to do about Viktor. Sense says I should just confess to Declan. I believe he isn’t a psychopath like Valdis, so perhaps he will just imprison him? What’s really holding me back is the fact Declan will recognise his scent and make assumptions.

I’m not a fool. I know Viktor is flattering me for his own gains. He wants me to feed him, he wants someone to screw on the Full Moon. Even s