Lyra’s POV The last thing I remembered was blood on the floor, and the first thing I felt was air burning my lungs. I died on my mating ceremony day… so why was I still breathing again? Air rushed into my lungs like fire, sharp and painful, as if my body had forgotten how to breathe. My heart slammed violently against my ribs, each beat loud enough to drown out my thoughts. All I could feel was fear. “Lyra! Lyra!!” I heard a familiar voice call out my name. It can’t be. The grim reaper must have copied my best friend’s voice. There was no way I was alive. I remembered the sound of fabric tearing. My dress, ripping as I fell. Then pain… blinding, crushing pain in my chest. I remembered Adrian’s claws, sharp and merciless, tearing through my flesh, the agony as he ripped my heart apart, his face twisted with cold satisfaction. I remembered falling, blood spreading beneath me, and my stepsister’s face hovering above mine, eyes cold, lips trembling not with regret, but relief. I
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