Lyra's POVI woke up to the sterile scent of the hospital room, the beeping of machines echoing in my ears. I blinked, trying to clear the fog from my mind, only to find my father sitting beside my bed, worry etched into his features. My friends, Sarah and Liah, stood by the window, their eyes red-rimmed. As I struggled to piece together what had happened, Adam entered the room, his presence igniting a surge of conflicting emotions within me."Lyra, honey, thank goodness you're awake. You had an accident," my father began, his voice heavy with concern."Hey, Lyra, we were so worried. You scared us half to death," Sarah said, her voice trembling."Yeah, we've been here since they brought you in. It's been a long night," Liah added, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.As Adam stepped closer, an influx of memories flooded my mind, memories of our recent argument and the pain that had driven us apart. Anger and hurt surged within me, and I turned away, unable to meet his gaze."Lyra, I'm

Adam chuckled to himself, finding humor in his daring act of taking his father's truck without permission. However, his amusement quickly turned into a pang of guilt as he reflected on the severity of his actions. "I'm sorry, dad, but I really need to get to my destination," he muttered remorsefully.He had already punched the location of the shop he needed to reach into the car's GPS and was now driving there. While in the driver's seat, his gaze wandered over to his father's collection of radio cassettes. He decided to play one, hoping it would uplift his mood, but to his disappointment, found the music uninspiring. Trying several more cassettes, he felt his frustration mounting, prompting him to angrily break them all. In the midst of his outburst, he narrowly avoided a collision with another vehicle by swiftly slamming on the brakes and pulling over to the side of the road.Sitting in silence for a while, with his head resting on the steering wheel, his thoughts drifted to Lyra. T

I walked through the front door, my mind still buzzing from the events of the night. As I stepped into the sitting room, I found my father wide awake, a curious expression on his face. Layla, her tail wagging furiously, bounded toward me, her paws skidding on the polished floor. "Daddy, what are you doing up?" I asked, scratching Layla behind the ears."I could ask you the same thing," my father replied, gesturing to the clock on the wall. "It's late, Lyra. Have you been sneaking out at night?"I hesitated, guilt tugging at my insides. "I... I had to go out, Daddy. It's complicated."My father's brow furrowed. "Complicated? What do you mean, Lyra?"Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze and said, "I was with Mom, with Catherine."My father's eyes widened in shock. "Lyra, not this again. You know your mother... she's gone.""No, Daddy," I insisted, my voice rising. "You're lying! I saw her. I spoke to her."My father's expression darkened as he said, "Lyra, don't say such things. You kn

Lyra's POV As the sun dipped behind the horizon, I made sure that no one was around. With a swift motion, I activated the telepotter exactly as my mum had taught me. Stepping into the portal, I felt the familiar tingling sensation as it whisked me away to a distant land. As I emerged on the island of the last surviving Tyrex wolves, I was greeted by the peaceful sight of the wolf people going about their day. Their friendly smiles and warm welcome made my heart swell with happiness. It had been a while since I last visited. Noticing how the Tyrex wolves mainly consumed meat products, I marveled at their connection to their wolf heritage. It was a stark contrast to my own upbringing, but I respected their way of life.Making my way to the hall which I was brought to last time by my mum, which resembled a fighting training center, I couldn't contain my excitement. Stepping inside, my eyes widened as I saw Ferdinand, Bruce, and my mum, Catherine, in deep conversation."Lyra!" Catherin

Lyra's POVAs I sprinted through the dense forest, my ears attuned to the distant cries that were drawing me closer with every step. My super-speed propelled me through the trees in record time, and soon I reached the scene where two boys stood menacingly in front of a girl pleading for mercy. "Hey, leave her alone!" I demanded, my voice cutting through the tension like a knife.The boys turned to me, sneering. "And who might you be, little miss hero?" one of them was taunted. Ignoring their question, I repeated sternly, "I said, leave her alone!" The boys chuckled darkly, and one of them dared, "And what are you gonna do if we don't?""I'll make you regret not listening," I responded, my eyes narrowing with determination.The boys exchanged smirks before one of them made a move to grab me. But before he could lay a hand on me, I swiftly struck him in the stomach, sending him flying backward with a surprised yelp. As the boy staggered to his feet, blood trickling from his mouth. H