Lyra’s POVI didn’t want to sleep. Not after the claws. Not after Seraphina’s whispers. But exhaustion dragged me under like a current, and the dream came with it.Only this time, it didn’t wait for me to settle.I opened my eyes to the forest, already ablaze. Smoke stung my throat, sparks hissed in the dark. Shadows moved fast—steel against claw, men against wolves.But I wasn’t standing apart anymore. My hands weren’t hands. They curved into claws, the earth vibrating through my bones. The scents hit me first—blood sharp as iron, fear sour as vinegar, sweat thick and heavy.I staggered. This isn’t watching. This is living.A voice cut through. “You again.”I turned. The copper-haired Beta stood before me, sword slick with blood, shield dented, eyes wild. His voice was hoarse, but steady.“You don’t belong here,” he said.“I know,” I gasped.“Then why do you keep coming?”“I don’t choose it.”He bared his teeth. “Who did, then?" Before I could answer, the boy-Kieran appeared behind
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