Lyra POVI left the pack house knowing one thing for sure—very soon, Darius would start searching for me.The hallway was dim and quiet as I made my way back, my steps careful, my thoughts loud. I was almost at my room when I saw him.Standing right there. In the middle of the corridor.His cold gaze locked onto me, sharp and unblinking, and for a few seconds I genuinely forgot how to breathe. My lips parted, ready to speak—anything—but he beat me to it.“Seems like you’re healed already.”His voice was flat, almost bored. I tilted my head slightly and let out a nervous laugh, hoping it sounded convincing.“W-what do you mean?” I asked.He sighed, slow and heavy, like I had already exhausted him.“You’ve been walking around,” he said. “Seems like all those killing pains have stopped and—”“No,” I cut in quickly, not letting him finish. “They’re very much present. I can’t even sit in one place because of it…”My voice was steady, but my chest felt tight.He stared at me, unmoved, like
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