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The Knock at Dawn

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The first rays of sunlight touched the trees when Lyra woke. Her eyes were heavy from a restless night, and her thoughts still felt tangled. She turned her head and looked at Isla, who was curled under the blanket with her small hand resting against her cheek. The little girl looked peaceful now, but Lyra knew that peace would not last.

She rose quietly, careful not to wake her, and moved to the window. The forest looked calm, but her chest felt tight. Somewhere among those trees, he was waiting. She could almost feel his presence, steady and cold, like a shadow that would not leave.

Lyra made breakfast with slow hands. A bowl of porridge for Isla, a small piece of bread for herself. She wanted the morning to feel normal, but the silence of the forest pressed against the cabin walls.

As the sun climbed higher, she began to plan. Should she pack a few things and leave before nightfall? Should she stay and face him, as part of her wanted to? Running had kept her safe before, but now there was another pack watching her too. The scarred man from the woods would not be far.

Her hand tightened on the spoon. There was no safe path anymore.

A soft knock came at the door.

Lyra froze. Her heart leapt to her throat.

The knock came again, slow and steady. Not the hurried knock of a villager. Not the polite tap of the healer.

She walked to the door and placed her ear against it. “Who is it?” she called, her voice low.

“Lyra,” a deep voice answered.

She closed her eyes. Damien.

Isla stirred in the bed. “Mommy? Who is that?”

“No one,” Lyra said quickly, forcing calm into her voice. “Go back to sleep, moonbeam.”

But the child sat up, her golden eyes wide. “It is him, is it not?”

Lyra swallowed hard. “Stay here,” she whispered and moved to unbolt the door.

Damien stood in the snow, the early light making his dark hair look almost silver. His cloak was dusted with frost, and his eyes were fixed on her as if the long years between them had never passed.

“You did not run,” he said quietly.

“I told you to leave me alone,” she replied. Her hand stayed tight on the door frame.

“I could not,” Damien said. “Four years, Lyra. Four years of silence. I deserve an answer.”

She shook her head. “Now is not the time.”

He stepped closer, his boots crunching in the snow. “Then when? How much longer will you hide?”

Lyra felt the air grow heavy. The scent of pine and cold earth surrounded him, the same scent that had once wrapped around her in the moonlit night they shared.

“I am not hiding,” she said at last, though the words felt weak.

“Then let me in,” he said. “Or are you afraid of what I will find?”

Her fingers trembled against the door. Behind her, she heard Isla whispering softly, too soft for Damien to hear. Lyra’s mind raced. If she let him in, he would see the child. If she did not, his suspicion would only grow.

“Leave, Damien,” she said firmly. “Please. There are things you do not understand.”

His jaw tightened. “Then explain them to me.”

She shook her head again and pushed the door closed a little. “Not today.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Damien stepped back. “You cannot keep the truth buried forever, Lyra. I will not leave until I have it.”

He turned and walked away, his shadow stretching long across the snow.

Lyra closed the door and leaned against it, her breath shaking. Isla stood in the doorway to the bedroom, her small fingers gripping the wood.

“You cannot keep him out forever,” the little girl said softly.

Lyra’s eyes stung. “I know.”

She walked over and gathered Isla in her arms. The child rested her head against her shoulder, warm and trusting. Lyra looked out the window again. The forest no longer felt like a shield. It felt like a cage.

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